The mirror talks to me,
it is
a prerecorded
valedictory
from me to me
head to head
reminders of the
lies being fed.
Well Hell,
I knew it, but
Alice got through it
so
why
can't I?
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 1:21 PM UTC
The mirror talks to me,
it is
a prerecorded
valedictory
from me to me
head to head
reminders of the
lies being fed.
Well Hell,
I knew it, but
Alice got through it
so
why
can't I?
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