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My name is a reflection of you, The manner in which it's pronounced makes it all the more true. My talk is a reflection of you, The accent in which I speak in is all you- a sign of a sick tribute. My walk is a reflection of you, The way my left foot follows my right, and how my thighs are placed together- never bidding adieu. My sleeping schedule is a reflection of you, How I stay up in fear of you coming but not being seen by a rescuer- always out of view.. My thoughts are a reflection of you, Paranoic and the over-analyzation of everything following through. My mirror is a reflection of me, Tainted, shattered, distorted- indefinitely.
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Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Reflection
My name is a reflection of you, The manner in which it's pronounced makes it all the more true. My talk is a reflection of you, The accent in which I speak in is all you- a sign of a sick tribute. My walk is a reflection of you, The way my left foot follows my right, and how my thighs are placed together- never bidding adieu. My sleeping schedule is a reflection of you, How I stay up in fear of you coming but not being seen by a rescuer- always out of view.. My thoughts are a reflection of you, Paranoic and the over-analyzation of everything following through. My mirror is a reflection of me, Tainted, shattered, distorted- indefinitely.
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xilan
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Guatemalan
Feb 4, 2014
Feb 4, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
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