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Mirror. I've been talking to the mirror. Been looking at the mirror. The mirror of me. Mirror. I see the tears on your cheeks. The red on your skin. The mirror of me. Dear mirror, The cracks as you scream, The pain that you're in. Is a mirror of me. Oh mirror, I saw you on the street The rain your only sheen Was a mirror of me. So mirror, The claws at your cheek The deep open screams The mirror of me. Hear me when I speak The reds and blues I see. The dark that your making. Is no mirror of me. Mirror I hope you can hear me. The lies that I've seen. Never a mirror, Of me.
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Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
Mirror.
Mirror. I've been talking to the mirror. Been looking at the mirror. The mirror of me. Mirror. I see the tears on your cheeks. The red on your skin. The mirror of me. Dear mirror, The cracks as you scream, The pain that you're in. Is a mirror of me. Oh mirror, I saw you on the street The rain your only sheen Was a mirror of me. So mirror, The claws at your cheek The deep open screams The mirror of me. Hear me when I speak The reds and blues I see. The dark that your making. Is no mirror of me. Mirror I hope you can hear me. The lies that I've seen. Never a mirror, Of me.
Not all mirrors tell the truth.
#pain#anger#torture#depression#hope#life#living#madness#sadness#revival
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akidcalledhope
Dec 13, 2020
Dec 13, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
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