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Reflections

We are all broken mirrors Stuck reflecting the imperfect image of ourselves Focusing on the cracks of our own mortality. 

Jagged truths that cut deeper through flesh than any blade ever could Blood pooling in depths far beyond what any dark soul would Sins mean nothing in this world of emptiness To suffer in silence, or to scream with madness? For your mind to be flayed or your voice to be hoarse? To be ignored completely or stared upon in pity?

What matters most in the land of lost dreams That worn out piece of hope that you cling to so tightly Just let it go, and drift away; Just hold it tight, and keep fighting.

Where the heart does not enter; there can be no music.

— Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky 🦢🦋