My reflection is tattered with these strings of insecurities,
and I'm bound to the walls of my constant inequities.
And my eyes, as if rotting, are stuck in their quivering,
for the beauty I once knew and loved is now withering.
Feb 6, 2012
Feb 6, 2012 at 3:10 AM UTC
My reflection is tattered with these strings of insecurities,
and I'm bound to the walls of my constant inequities.
And my eyes, as if rotting, are stuck in their quivering,
for the beauty I once knew and loved is now withering.
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