She has loved once.
How can you tell?
See that look on her face?
Yes.
It is one I know well
How?
Because for a year,
Someone I loved,
Dragged me through hell.
And?
For a year,
The face she wears now,
Is the one I saw,
Looking back at me,
From the depths of a mirror,
Smeared with tears,
From our disastrous love,
Yes, it's a look I know well,
May I never meet him again,
Or that bastard will know,
The imprint of my hand,
Can hurt as bad as the lies he sells.
~Rei Shiori
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