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And I looked in a hundred mirrors

And I can’t find myself

And I looked at shattered glasses

And see the relics that were unleashed

is it me? is it her? is she it? is she me?

Can I stop pretending that mirror is reflecting thee?
Guess I’m living in the moment,

It seems alright, it seems slow

Days pass by and here I am

There’s no snow, there’s no seasons

This place knows no winter

It’s heat and sweat.

Study? What of it? Do you think you’ll get a job?

Why study, the knowledge within you can die

Die, life,knowledge will **** it

Be smart, be wise, be a student of demise

I am tired, I am sad,

I have no reason to die

Will I ever be? Truly be

Can you not see

within me

within thee

I do not flee

I do not feel

I sow, but do I wonder?

Oh to wonder, is all I can be

to dream to see

to question to be

There is no help, for people like me.

They are lost, and they cannot be.
we have a soul
one soul
us two, so soulful
sins we bear,
sins we live
things we die for
trips we seek
never lack of prophecy
write the fairy-tale

2:37am
it’s set in stone.
Write this,love
on our..

its ours. Life is bleak
the dead will reek
but we so soulful
our soul’s to keep
And who’s to say I’m not perfect?

What are you to know I’m not?

Say, I feel mad, Say, I feel anger

Why,some soul mate I turn out to be

Be unapproving, few cracks on a mirror

And my hands are *****

Are yours too?

oh, how jealousy becomes of me

yet, I am perfect, yet I am right

Yet do not feel fine.
No me pongo maquillaje,

Mi disfraz esta descubierto.

Mi belleza mas horrorosa,

Te la doy con conciencia.



No me pongo maquillaje,

Juro que no hay tiempo.

Para que atender mis rizos?

En la cama los enredo.



No me pongo maquillaje

Y mi cara llena de venas

brotando sin disimulo

manchas en la piel

barros y labios resecos.



No me pongo maquillaje

descubre que no soy porcelana

Mi disfraz esta descubierto.

No hay sombra que me cubra,

Mi belleza mas horrorosa.

La admiras aunque mi máscara anda perdida.
Poem is in spanish... sorry!

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