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I can close my eyes
but I can't stop
seeing the vision
of my broken self
in the mirror
I've shattered and walked upon.

Driven to a point
that leads to nothing
by no one.

Slumber finds me
among the stars
of wishes
that never were.

From up here,
upon the angel's edge
it all looks so different.

Maybe here
I can finally
spread the wings torn
through misappropriation
and catch the current
of whispers and dreams.

Immobilized for so long,
is that doubt I find in my own convictions?

There's only one way to know.

Without fear,
I step.