8:39 a.m.
a girl's vision that only projects a full-blown distortion of herself
and she cries because she cannot help
but feel that the exterior does not represent the inside of her soul
the one that has proven to be so small and feeble
so she strays away from mirrors
in hopes of creating a false alternative
to the unfortunate
and the inevitable truth
that she does not know what she is presenting to others
so she can only hope that they like what she cannot see
.s
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it's 5 a.m. now
Poesiaa taste of everything that has made life a little more bitter and on rare occasions; a little sweeter | just an informal way to get thoughts out, i guess
