Oh, how I know you. You torture my every thought with another friend of yours. I've met others like you. I'm not the happy person I used to be. I only act like I am. Somehow though, J sees light in my eyes. Maybe someday the light will reflect off of the mirror and i'll see it too.
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Hollow thoughts and memories
PoetryJust some poetry that probably doesn't make sense
