Dancing glass

March 3, 2012
I gaze at the mirror. wondering, how it all lead up to this. anger over whelmed me. My anger moved to my fists. My fists made contact with the mirror. Shards of glass danced on the floor. There was an immense pain in my hand but the pain could not compare to the pain in my heart





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