Brittany Baird - Is It Real?

My looking glass of yesterday lay shattered on the ground. Its beauty was unbound, and blinding with it's seemingly perfect light. As I try to tape the broken pieces of this past back together again, the emptiness within my core holds me close.
...I blink and my looking glass is gone, save for one small jagged piece, clenched tightly in my hand.

Brittany Baird

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