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Mar 2018
My mind is a hall of mirrors reflecting only memories of you.

One day I'll smash them all into a billion pieces.

But for now I sit and watch while the tears steaming down my face slowly turn into shards of glass.
Written by
Katelyn Rew
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     --- and Peter Robert Hamilton
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