She took the most precious thing in the world
dropped it, broke it, let it shatter
the little cracks filled in with glue, no match
She shook him, tested him
distrusted the truth
She should have distrusted herself
She loved the man I love
but not enough...
And now I look in the mirror
tears running along the same tracks
and see her glaring back at me
I hate her for doing this.
She hates me for being too late.
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