When I look in the mirror,
Wish it was someone else...

Blades convoke my screaming soul,
attempting to give me home to seal the hole...

Don't assume.
Don't pretend...

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When I look in the mirror...

Beauty of the street lights,
echo's of the silence...

~ shaped, gracefully, sprawled among the ground,
listening, waiting, for that sweet precious sound...

I could not identify your altering structure,
as it did advance into a pure calamity...

Trying to hard to live the beauty within,
struggling and fighting...

Expressing,
and denying...

A hysterical scream,
followed by a confusing thought...

Warning- I just found this, I wrote it along time...
life can be rotten...

Something as beautiful,
as a nickel or a dime...