every time i look into the fucking mirror, i see you. i see what i did to you and what you did to me. what you are doing to me.
i try not to look in the mirror anymore. i cant stand seeing my own heart break in front of my own eyes

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storms and blood
Poetrythe death of which is unknown -figured out between the lines of within these pages
forty
every time i look into the fucking mirror, i see you. i see what i did to you and what you did to me. what you are doing to me.
i try not to look in the mirror anymore. i cant stand seeing my own heart break in front of my own eyes