My whole life I have tried to fix,
Recreate and reshape
But I'm left with empty silhouettes
Failures and destructive hope knocking down my doors
Perfection is illusion, I'm blindsided by the fondness
Imagination led me astray
But the mirror reminds me of my failures
Written clearly for my memory until the images blur into reality.
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The ashes of my remains [Poetry]
PoetryMy third collection of self-written poems, expressing my thoughts and feelings. ☆☆☆ Started: 18/12/2023 Concluded: