Broken Mirror
In seven years I’ve had bad luck. Seeing broken glass shining, finally shinning back I see lost years, seeing only broken luck and shattered ways to see them true, I know now thinking shattered truths and one bright hope ever more. Seven year shattered luck a way to think you have lost it all. So think it threw and I’m sure next seven years will be better for you!
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