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Mar 2019
Today I looked in the mirror,
After writing a few poems.
And I wondered how long I could sit there,
Without starting to hate myself.
But I didn't see myself in the mirror.
I saw a monster.
Hidden in a box.
And if the safe opens,
And the secrets are spilled.
All that's left to see,
Is the self portrait of a monster.
I'm writing a small poem every day, about how I feel or the world around me. This is #8
Vic
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Vic  17/Genderqueer/Your local grocery store
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