When I caught a glimpse of my shadowy form in the accursed mirrors,
The silhouette of remorse that peeped back, reflected unmistakeable errors;
Seasons have swept across, now it's only shards of broken glass that remain,
Scattered over in myriad pieces,they reflect my ceaseless suffering and pain;
Each shard of glass has a story to tell,the endless tales of...
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