So sharp, they reminded me of glass
Pieces of a mirror that would cut the hands
That tried to pick them up, capture the reflection
Of a face that winces at the pain, the blood
I tucked away the hurt, smiled through it
Instead turned to little thefts, malicious takings
Of what was yours first
And you would put on a brave face, say you didn't
Care, everything was mine to take
We played this game for so long
There was nothing left to call yours
Except for all the hurt that settled in
Among the stolen things
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