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 Nov 2015 chelsea jayne
Ja
I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I don’t know, if it’s me

I touch to understand
Sense coldness to reflection
It sends through me a shiver
Must mean, my own rejection
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Now what?
I don't know
Where you wander,
I will go.
On to Hell
And back again
Through the rain
And through the wind.
Onward, forward
Carry on
Though days are harsh
And nights are long
Beside, behind
Weak or strong
There with you's
Where I belong.

— The End —