Mirrors.
Full length mirrors.
Afraid of them,
because I don't know
what they show me,
Beacause I don't know
who that girl is
looking
down
on
me.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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