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its about reality, struggling to be YOU. all your insecuritites told through a mirror. |
| Memoirs of a mirror I see you for you. your image imprinted in me; searching staring crying you, lash out at me, yelling at me, yelling at you for i, am you, your reflection searching staring crying i have seen you heard you felt your knuckles, crunched tight, turnig white, against my silvery frame. Untill bright, crimson red trickles down my face your face ours. as you stand searching staring shouting its me that sees it saw it long ago buried deep in your resentful eyes your critical eyes our critical eyes. i watched you searching staring shouting till, atlast, you could shout no more. |