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With tears flooding her eyes,

and mascara stained tears,

she lifts her mirror,

to see the ugliness,

that reflects back at her.

With half anger,

and half pain,

she lifts her mirror above her head,

and smashes is to the ground below her.

The mirror shatters,

she falls apart,

thinking of the mess,

he's made of her life.

When suddenly it comes to her,

as the last tear hits the floor.

And she smiles,

feeling beautiful those last few moments,

before fading into darkness.

When they found her,

it was too late.

There were no more chances,

for them to make her feel ugly,

anymore,

as she lay there,

in the crimson puddle of life,

that had escaped her body.

All the pieces of her mirror,

turned over,

except the one in her hand.

That one special piece,

that finally made her feel,

beautiful.



~*~ Jill ~*~