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Puddled Shards my floor is littered with daunting puddles little overflows of tears cradling cuts of broken mirrors one shard in particular beckoning to my grasp terribly sharp this 'broken' but fully functioning fragment hypnotized at a fraction of my reflection my veins puffed up in invitation i wonder when i slash, or gash, or stab and slit my arteries into rose garden hoses how long will my pieces continue to function, spurting my life onto the carpet pools of tears drenching my floor in helpless outpour slivers of glass decorating the ground in broken brilliance lakes of blood congealing in disheartened testimony when my vision begins to swim lazily will i celebrate god that feels good my anguish, my deliverance, my legacy puddled shards on my bedroom carpet waving goodbye to me   [auth note: inspired by Haizey's former item "cutting my life away"]
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