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the slightly shrunken reflection finds my eyes, smiles with my lips reaches with hands like my own to caress my face, as she tries in vain to show me what I can be. But I have vowed my way is best, I've said I'd look no further than the distance of my own eyes from my task, and I swiftly break the bond like a precious chain around my neck anchoring me to reason, to purpose. Freed, I retreat into the cliches I know best, my bitterness a swallow of whiskey long forgotten about burning through every rope I ever used to tie myself to the girl I wish I saw in the mirror so beautiful, so beloved, so imaginary.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
Mirror
the slightly shrunken reflection finds my eyes, smiles with my lips reaches with hands like my own to caress my face, as she tries in vain to show me what I can be. But I have vowed my way is best, I've said I'd look no further than the distance of my own eyes from my task, and I swiftly break the bond like a precious chain around my neck anchoring me to reason, to purpose. Freed, I retreat into the cliches I know best, my bitterness a swallow of whiskey long forgotten about burning through every rope I ever used to tie myself to the girl I wish I saw in the mirror so beautiful, so beloved, so imaginary.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
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