when people hurt you, they try to tape the wound, your not better,
another bump, however small, you will shatter,
they try to fill the gap with glue, a flood of misery will erode it, heat of anger will melt it's seams,
but the mirror always reflects light of sincerties, warm glow of love will melt it together again.
it reflects all that happens, negative or positve,
its reflective surface stares for an action, so it can act.
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