All i could think of is that picture
That had me in my curtains
See through for myself
Because of the words it contain
I know that the black figure is me
Now I could still hear the water running
In this echoing room i could also hear lies
Instead of little voices singing i used to hear
This morning sucks so much
Even in the dark you could see clearly
My bathroom silhouette carelessly
YOU ARE READING
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Poetry"I'm stuck there,i try to move away but something seems to always pull me back," /POETRY/ : nana :>
