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A Boy's Cry.

by manuel-hutchinson-iii

This is my 10th time, Looking myself in the mirror. (Sigh) It's a shame to say, My reflection just get's blurrier. Yesterday, I saw an image. Everything was so foggy... I couldn't tell if it was me, Or the Devil. My eyes were indeed blood-shot red, Mom used'ta tell me, "Don't ever hide monster's under the bed!" I finally understood, What she meant. ©MH
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manuel-hutchinson-iii
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Written by
manuel-hutchinson-iii
22 / M
Published
Apr 27, 2019
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Thank you for reading, feedback would definitely be appreciated. More poetry stories coming soon!

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#selfreflection#addiction#spiritual#god#peace#story
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