when her brilliant eyes meet mine,
i can tell she's proud, of the person i've become
because i am who she aspired to be
she tells me she understands why it was essential ,
for her to rest in an eternal sleep,
but i weep and weep,
for she haunts me, night and day
for she's in the mirror looking back at me,
for she is who i used to be
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
