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Not one mirror broken

Not one mirror broken;
Not one task undone.
Not one lie told today;
Nor pain been inflicted.
The feelings of regret, selfishness, woe,
Fill up my heart until it can hold no more.
It all seems to happen no matter the circumstances.
All there is left to do is believe.
Yet the consequences still lie here,
Floating in the air.
The problems begin once more,
Although it seems not right.
The feelings of regret, selfishness, woe,
Fill up my heart until it can hold no more.
It all seems to happen no matter the circumstances.
All there is left to do is believe.
Believe there's still hope that a day will come soon -
A day when all is well and nice and good,
A day when nothing in life seems to fall apart.
That is that day I look to for strength.

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