Reflections..
Sitting in the corner next to the garbage can, I see my reflection. I run to the bathrrom and start to cry. I meet my new friend here, but then I realize it's just my reflection.
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Just got into the poem business.. :) Just kidding! I like to write poems, however I'm not Edgar Allan Poe.
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