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Passing the mirror
To her, she is unseen
Here in the present
And somewhere in between

Echoes of another life,
Fill her mind

Clouded judgements
Mistakes, for which she’ll pay
Haunt her entire being
But there was no other way

Her mind filled with strife,
A life unkind

Never thought this would happen
Or what it would never be
Turning her back on someone
That certain someone, it was she

Remaining the dutiful wife,
Vows that bind

Moments pass, fleeting
She now realizes the path
Of where, at last, it will take her
Waiting, for the aftermath

Whatever possessed her to pick up the knife?
Still fighting her demons, she remains, confined…


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