where is the child i used to see
who always smiled with the morning sun
she'd gone as the time went by
now all i could see is just
nobody
or maybe somebody
that i no longer recognize
a deep fear
an unspeakable agony
through a gritted teeth
on each morning sun
before went back at night
with another fear
and the newborn agony
that another day
might kill me eventually
and i wish
i could end all of this
with the shattered glass
of the broken mirror
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