The broken mirror

Every single time I left myself in disguise, I cuold see clearly the shadow, the dark side in the narrow street, coming closer and closer taking my breath away.

I close my eyes as I smash the mirror. The mask goes down into broken pieces, the captive soul regain new freedom.

Every day’s a song, telling a story, every story’s a place where I belong to.

 

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