| Broken glass... I stared...motionless before the mirror...as always i stayed untill im convinced that there is no glass...nothing separating me from the room i see on the other side...i imagine that everything is different over there...better...there are people in that world who i would like...but like always...my hand hits that glass...i knew that if i had waited just one more second that life would have been worth living......(ms) |
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