My favorite mirror lay in pieces on the floor. As I picked up the shards, I realized how much they remind me of my life. There was a time when it was beautiful, when everything made sense. But now, it's all in pieces. It's no longer the wonderfully perfect picture it was. It's a shattered array of randomness, a lot of pieces with no way to
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Yay for Tigger!
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Hooray for DDR!
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This is your fault.
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