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Shattered Reflection
They stitched my silence with words that were never mine.
Every scar wore a label before it became a wound.
A mirror learned to break long before I did.
Yet one unhidden eye kept remembering the light.
"Sorry" became a bandage that never reached the fracture.
"Love" arrived too late, trembling behind cracked glass.
I gathered myself from porcelain promises and splintered names.
Each shard carried a version of the face they wanted.
None reflected the soul that refused to disappear.
Healing began the moment I stopped apologizing for surviving.
The broken mirror never betrayed me—it revealed the truth.
And through every crack, I finally learned to see myself.
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