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Dec 2012
I wake staring at a tear-stained pillow

dark bags have formed under my eyes

i listlessly stare back at my reflection  in the mirror

i don't know that disheveled creature.

Drag a brush over my hair, but not accomplishing anything,

i get ready for another day

another day filled with the ghosts and echoes of my mistakes

and knowing i can never fix them
ever
Alice Kay
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Alice Kay  Imagination
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