Ghost in the mirror.

ghost in the mirrorI guess I have it better than most, but that dosn't change that I'm a walking breathing Ghost. And it becomes all so clear wher I gaze in the mirror. I should be dead but I'm here instead.

Always to be a white rose never a white bride, Who could ever want a girl so dead inside? Why am I here? I tried to die twice but I'm still traped on this side of the mirror. Is it the ones I still love and cherish? is that why I can't seem to perish?.  

It's not all a hell. I know that in the end all will be well.

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