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Broken Mirror
Dark and nothing to see
It was smiling
But I wasn't looking
Not sure if something was there
Could have been it's stare
Couldn't tell due to the glare
Wasn't sure if this was fair
This was just a glimpse
Not as simple as I thought
I wasn't here by choice
Thought I heard a strange voice
Standing in the void
Not sure what was deployed
Had a vision
But this seemed like a division
Just a token
Then I was awoken
It was broken
The broken mirror
About the Creator
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Comments (2)
Hey, My elder sister used to read them to me, and as I grew up, my love for stories only got stronger. I started with books, and now I enjoy reading on different writing platforms. Today, I came here just to read some stories, and that’s when I found your writing. From the very first lines, it caught my attention the more I read, the more I fell in love with your words. So I just had to appreciate you for this beautiful work. I’m really excited to hear your reply!
Love the eerie vibe here. The fractured reality feeling is spot on.