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The Stranger in the Mirror


I hate the world,

I hate my friends,

I have no more love,

I do not deserve to live.

 

Darkness surrounds me,

Fear infests me,

Helplessness controls me,

And nobody will miss me,

 

A building;

An elevator ride,

The world far below,

And just one step...

 

A gun;

The click of the saftey, 

The raise of a hand,

And the pull of a finger...

 

A noose;

The feel of rope, 

They tying of a knot, 

And a sudden and swift drop...  

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A noose;

The feel of rope,

The tying of a knot,

And arms to catch me.

 

A gun;

The click of the saftey,

The raise of a hand,

And a swift embrace.

 

A building;

An elevator ride,

The world far below,

And a hand on my shoulder.

 

Hope surronds me,

Joy fills me,

Support guides me,

And my friends love me.

 

I care for the world,

I care for my friends,

I can love myself and others,

I deserve to live.

 

 

The stranger in the mirror;

He hates me,

He hurts me,

He wants to kill me.

 

He is a part of me,

But he does not control me,

 

I am free.

 

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Musicforlife

I am a Music Education and Geology double major. I play saxophone and piano as primary instruments, and can also play a little flute, clarinet, trombone, and banjo. I am also dyslexic, and a little digraphic.

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