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Oct 2019
In the mirrors I look fat
In the puddles I look thin
I can’t seem to control
The thoughts I’m letting in

I see faces in the flowers
I see faces in the trees
I always go up I always go down
Like waves riding the seas

Mistrust is my nightmare
Mistrust is my only friend
I tell this to my doctor
Upon who I have come to depend

Pills I swallow often
Pills I hate to take
But I need their calming reassurance
Otherwise I’ll just fall and break
Written by
Andrew James Shepherd  Burnage
(Burnage)   
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