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Morning time

Mirror time

Judgement time

Time to face reality: through cruel reflections

Stormy glass eyes return my reproachful gaze

Filled to the brim with so much rage, pain, anguish

Filled so much the glass should shatter

So one might not see the shame, the disgrace

It was not always like this

Back in those days of naïve imperfection

Back before life itself turned to ruin

Breaking into minute shards

Like a mirror