I look in the mirror
every-
single
day,
but I've never
seen myself.
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PoetryA series of small things that cause my brain to erupt in what looks like words. Poetry, prose, and small excerpts. ***there are some explicit/triggering chapters*** ***Mostly dark material*** ♤ "It flows through my veins. Kind of like a plant that...
15 - What are the colors of my lips?
I look in the mirror
every-
single
day,
but I've never
seen myself.
