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Jul 2011
She looks into the mirror,
but sees nothing,
trying everything to become visible,
but all with no avail,
hurting,
desperate,
she still sees nothing

Clawing at the mirror,
denying herself,
tears hit the sink,
does she exist,
is she there

Stumbling through the fog filled night,
under the streetlight,
she drops to her knees,
tears fill her face,
her heart feels like it's going to explode,
her head in between her knees,
she doesn't see herself,
but she feels everything.
Max O
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Max O
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