In a black background, there is a blue hand holding onto the wrist of green hand, who is hanging limply, with their nails painted neon pink.

A new day

How many tears I have shed

In darkness and in light.

I don’t like breaking –

The feeling of your heart ripping, or tearing.

But at the break of dawn, I’ll sit in front of the mirror

Slowly, slowly,

Clawing at my face.

A new day will begin

And someone new will act in my place.

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