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How many mirrors Must I have shatterd            How many            times did I            Cross under             the ladder Why did the black cat choose me to intersect             I can't believe             I put the             Noose around             my neck I shouted please, Begged and cried             One-hundred             times I lived,             One-hundred             times I died; Because I was the mirror, The shattering glass             I became the             ladder,             Made of steel             and brass I befriended the cat, And sealed my fate             And as for             the rope,             I always             knew,             it could             never             hold the             weight.
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Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
Glass. . .
How many mirrors Must I have shatterd            How many            times did I            Cross under             the ladder Why did the black cat choose me to intersect             I can't believe             I put the             Noose around             my neck I shouted please, Begged and cried             One-hundred             times I lived,             One-hundred             times I died; Because I was the mirror, The shattering glass             I became the             ladder,             Made of steel             and brass I befriended the cat, And sealed my fate             And as for             the rope,             I always             knew,             it could             never             hold the             weight.
The nights where my head is full and breathing is hard to do.
#depression#unlucky#alone#feelings#emotional#sad#angry#crying#pain
A-McIntyre
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27/F/Texas
Oct 21, 2017
Oct 21, 2017 at 3:22 PM UTC
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