First, I've broke a little pocket mirror, seems nothing, but it was the beginning.
I started breaking everything around, the mirror was first, then I've broke a glass and a plate.
I began, breaking my life.
Afterall, my life wasn't that bad, I had my family with me, a good school and lovely boyfriend.
But after the time that I broke that little mirror, everything changed.
I had that feeling inside that something is wrong, and it hurts...
Just like one of the little sharp pieces would go into my heart and make a little bleeding scars with every move I take, and each thought I got..
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