Cracked and it's vines continued on,
And on until a defeaning sound was heard,
Crash, said the fragile mirror.
Hopes and expectations that lasted so short,
Reality takes over and becomes my best friend,
As the cold lonely night seems to arrive,
I shudder in bed with silent cries of agony.
For dawn calls as it nears 6am in the morning,
Nowhere near to collapsing into a slumber,
The first night that began almost ending,
Bringing me into a spiralling cloud of storms.
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