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i look through the glassand what do i see?it's this image of you and me.i strain my eyesto get a better look.and disappointmentthe image bringsold memories of a horrid endand beautiful beginnings.it started with a smilea huga pationate kissand ended with a screama shruga dark abyss.angry, ashamed,i break the glass.altogether miserablei miss the past.
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