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The mirror hangs on the wall...
Serving as a reminder of all that has gone wrong.
Every mistake is seen in its reflection.
The hallway so empty and cold...
Now just a haunting reminder of laughter, joy and happiness.
The bed now lays so cold and untouched, whispers of what used to be...
The kitchen so uninviting...
Reflections of sappy goofiness.
Lying on the dark, cold floor...
Tears for a pillow, nakedness for a blanket.
The fire went out and you donapos;t know how...
Everytime you try to stand the force knocks you back down to your knees.
The blood mixed with tears in this whimsical reminder of pain, of lonliness...
The sun will rise again...
Of this I can only hope.

Naomi Bright
July 11, 2007

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