Shattered

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Mentions blood

Shattered

I force my eyes to meet themselves in the mirror. If only I could look at myself in the same way. What I did was wrong. I should never have been allowed out.

Anger suddenly rises through the guilt. Bubbling beneath my skin and erupting within a second.

I punch the glass reflection of myself.

It shatters, distorting my already broken face. Blood splatters the shards. My knuckles seer with pain but I barely feel it.

I can't go on.

I can see distorted tear streaks marking my face, and mascara running down my cheeks.

I can't go on.

Not like this.

I can't go on.

But how do I save myself? Can I save myself?

I look at the broken shards surrounding me on the floor and see myself reflected in them.

I am broken like that mirror.

In pieces and unable to put them together again.

Shattered.

That's what I am.

Shattered into billions of pieces of my former self.

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