Smashing Anxiety

January 10, 2015

My dreams are reflected back to me through a mirror, on the other side someone is watching me.

This person is telling me in order to reach success you need a key.

The person is telling me he has the key and that's fine

Because soon I will smash that mirror and take what's rightfully mine.

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