Love the last line.
In the cracks and shards of the mirror are broken promises and forgotten dreams, false memories and the missing pages of an unfinished book,
the frightened child hiding under a bed from the tyranny of shame and the blame and the strap,
the lunatic father who never came home, who tells you to confront your enemies as he beats the shit out of you, who tells you to harden up as he crushes you like a flower,
the mother who refuses to hold your hand, who loves only herself, who lives with regret and punishes you for not being perfect,
the child-parent who wants to be your friend but makes an enemy, the misfits of generations staring back and recognising one of their own, the devoted son who feels only guilt,
the friend who loves you and the one who became nothing, the friend who ghosted you and the one…
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