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She sat staring at herself in the mirror. A reflection of herself posed a picture on canvas, a two-dimensional spectacle with a waterfall of emotion splayed behind metal and silver.  She thought to herself of the things that she wished she had done, instead of doing nothing at all. Her hopes, her dreams were to create a masterpiece, something that would or could possibly create an influence or maybe even leave fingerprints on the heart of another individual, another soul. She tried ...

She sat staring at herself in the mirror. A reflection of herself posed a picture on canvas, a two-dimensional spectacle with a waterfall of emotion splayed behind metal and silver.  She thought to herself of the things that she wished she had done, instead of doing nothing at all. Her hopes, her dreams were to create a masterpiece, something that would or could possibly create an influence or maybe even leave fingerprints on the heart of another individual, another soul. She tried ...

She sat staring at herself in the mirror. A reflection of her posed a picture on canvas, a two-dimensional spectacle with a waterfall of emotion splayed behind metal and silver.  She thought to herself of the things that she wished she had done, instead of doing nothing at all. Her hopes, her dreams were to create a masterpiece, something that would or could possibly create an influence or maybe even leave fingerprints on the heart of another individual, another soul. She tried for ...

She sat staring at herself in the mirror. A reflection of her posed a picture on canvas, a 2 dimensional spectacle with a waterfall of emotion splayed behind metal and silver. And she thought to herself of the things that she wished she had done, instead of doing nothing at all. Her hopes, her dreams were to create a masterpiece, something that would or could possibly create an influence or maybe even fingerprints on the heart of another individual, another soul. She tried for years, but coul...

Mind splits into many pieces that crumble to the floor like a crumbling cracker My bodies’ ability to stay together has lost its motive The glue has dried and cracked forming an ancient ruin of priceless value left in a discount store collecting dust My blanket has been stripped away from me, leaving my naked and cold body to shiver Its piercing fingers enter into my pores striking my nerves with many hammers and nails from its infinite bag of accessories Needles and thread I use to tr...