Sep 2016
My glass
Used to be
Bright
Shining
Reflection
Of true real
Happiness
Now it's just
Covered I'm black
Blood
That has dried up
On the glass
No one sees
The pain I feel now
Used to be
Bright
Shining
Reflection
Of true real
Happiness
Now it's just
Covered I'm black
Blood
That has dried up
On the glass
No one sees
The pain I feel now
(23/F)
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