Contextual Abstract

A mirror broke
broke us apart
mirrors show similar things on its two sides
it left me confused
left me, happy.
some one happened
slowing down, i realised, it had become my past
why? when ? and how? i din't know
i am tired being a part of this
these childish fears coming true. hate them
stop haunting me
let me live a life
a life that you left behind for me
a life you wanted me to be without you
then why promise
share dreams
ask me to wait, when you know its never going to end,
that pain is for real
big for time to erase it all

I am happy you were there
'thanks for acting like you care'
Its nice to know it was all there.

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