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"My chest collapses as my reflection falls to the floor.
Blankly I stare at the wall where I once stood,
Looking back at what I call "Me".
The image lies in the sink.
The image lies on the floor.
The image lies.

The shards of me I find here and there,
Can't be put back together.
If I try,
I'd surely bleed.
If I try,
I'll slowly see,
Why I should remain a lie.

But I know what I am.
And you know my image.
I know myself,
As I lie shattered and defensive.
Leaving every helping hand bleeding.

The image lies.