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my hands they hold/ a piece of me/ staring in the glass/ it’s  a picture of me/ the shattered pieces/ as it hits the ground/ I have now lost/ a part of me/ no clue of who I am/ who am I to be/ a tear streaked face/ I see a blurred image of a lost cause/ remarks of how I failed/ comments start to arise/ you’re yellings and your shouts/ keep me in the corner/ where I huddle in the dark/ what am I to do/ but cut and scream/ off to the real world/ as it would seem/ hopefully it’s better/ than a place I don’t call home/ just a few more months/ I tell myself this/ I have to be strong/ there’s something better/ than shattered pieces on the ground…