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The day I broke, I woke up to life.

Before, the world was whole, 

A safe place in which people loved me,

Would always be there when I needed them.

When I fell, the whole world tipped.

The mirror shattered and behind the pain,

The broken dreams,

I found a new and different life

In which nothing was self-evident.

Each small thing a gift,

A treasure to be savoured and enjoyed.

And as I learned through tears and fears

That the sky would be there after me,

The trees as well,

Even the broken mirror to reflect them both,

I knew that I would be gone one day.

Just the look that saw the mirror shatter

And felt its shards sting me to life.



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