this is a poem i've just written. its not that good but please comment
Looking in a shattered mirror,
hoping for a new reflection;
Only seeing pieces of,
the cause of my objection.
Hopelessly looking for the one,
in fear and deep depression;
Wishing that my worst fear,
wont become my own obsession.
Friends and family all around,
here lies exhilaration;
Maybe it is not so bad,
this thing thats called affection.
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swirrling sorrow
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