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Mistakes are the mirrors of my imperfections

Reflecting back all my wrong doing

Stealing away my soul and not setting it free

Past are shown behind me

As if I do not live them

Have not lived them

Tormenting my soul even when I turn away

The glass shatters as if some unseen hand lands it a blow

The shards red with my blood

Still hold me inside them

Stealing away whats left of me

And leaving with my broken destiny