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Who are you?
I look in the mirror
But my vision is blurred
I don’t cry anymore
Over him
But sometimes I still lose my mind
Sometimes I still feel sick
Sometimes I smoke because it makes the feeling go away
Sometimes I drink
Sometimes I just lay in bed all day
Mourning
Who are you?
I’m searching for peace
And it feels like something that doesn’t want to be found
I could lay in the snow
And the sunshine
And let myself melt
Just like the ice
And become one with the earth
The ice reminds me of your eyes
And now the earth reminds me of his
Somedays I wish I was more than just a broken heart
And a tortured soul
I wish my pain had substance
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