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irredesent lights are gleaming through a dull dark ally which shrouds clouds of smoke. the lights bounce off a broken mirror piece in a way that could catch only her eye. others only hear the sounds of the agony pounding in their heads which are the sounds of normality to them. only her eyes and her thoughts would believe the way the light bounces off the mirror in such a way it captured her sanity enough to make her smile. the beauty of it. she is the one who notices the clearing through the pain. are you her?