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Feb 2014
inside me is a house of mirrors

i look at everything from every angle

until i am lost in it

i take these pills to stop

the negative reflections of my haunted body

and sometimes i think that

it would take the whole bottle

to do the trick

i don't wear my mess with pride

i have been shattered so many times

that i'll end up with years of bad luck

and the glass shatters my stomach

until i can't feel anything else

i'm cutting my tongue

on the shards i threw up

and i'll keep on tasting this blood

until i stop trying to find a way out
Sophia
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