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Bad Day
Waking to a tormented sky, it pikes through my window blinds. It shields me from its emotion, preventing all its commotion. I pull myself together, and make my way to the mirror. My reflection falls apart, like it was meant to from the start. Fractions of shattered glass, reflecting parts of my past. Scattered out like roaches, my life seems broken. i annihilated the image that made me whole, it hauled away fragments of my soul. Cracking myself in insignificant pieces, malfunctioning is what i contemplate the least est
