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I stood still
Staring
Gazing
Into the fractured glass
They danced
The shadows
The mere remnants of the past
I smiled at the image
Grimaced at the fact
These were the bitter aftermath
Disguising
As a gorgeous mask
They continued to dance
Not missing a beat
The tiny little shadows
Moving their tiny little feet
The image began to bother me
Once I remembered the pain
I would too be a shadow
Had I been born the same
I was born 'perfect'
Not a flaw in sight
But I too am flawed
Just not in hind sight
I continued to watch the movements

But had to turn away

I whispered gently under my breath
"I'll be with you."
"Someday."