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Mirrors


 

I lie in bed for hours awake not to afraid to face the world

But Im afraid to face the stranger facing me in the mirror

The Demons of my past continue to haunt my dreams and thoughts

I try to push them away

But it doesn’t work

Leaving me just a shell of my former self

My skin is pale

My eyes are black

My soul is cold and empty

Just a lifeless shell

What can I do

What should I do

What am I suppose to do

The masks I wear are failing

Making me realize the stranger…

Is me

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