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smashed mirror memories

My memories are like broken fragments of a smashed mirror

They shine, giving me small glimpses of my former self, but never the whole picture

I wonder how the pieces fit together, but my mind is all in a whir

Of what, if and hopes

I cannot be sure of what I see, yet it envelopes


I, myself, personally, yours truly

Not knowing where my memory belongs, but surely

I will remember someday?

It cannot always be this way…

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Has anyone ever thought of something funny to put in a novel but then thought again, now have I thought of this before or did I read it elsewhere?

I am having that problem right now with this little phrase I have in my head.

“I like reading your mind, it’s like watching an aquarium filled with little mad people”.

Is this familiar to anyone?

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