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🥀A reflection I see,
Of someone who is not me.
Who is that,
Stareing back at me.
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Lines seen across the forehead,
Which seems to be worry lines.
Cause from getting stressed,
Far too many times.
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The corner of both eyes,
Very deep like crow's feet.
Connected to all organs,
As they admit defeat.
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Signalling poor circulation,
Are those bags under the eyes.
Or just lack of sleep,
Nightmares without explanation.
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Lines on the lip corners were once smile lines,
But not much smiling has been done.
When you have ill-heath,
Life is not much fun.
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Lines lie left and right on those arms,
Suffering for the pain they feel.
Leaving not a site clean,
The reason behind the broken frowns.
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In the mirrors reflection,
Lie so many lines to see.
That I realise the person in the mirror,
Was indeed very much me.🥀
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Whispers of the Soul: Emotion Unveiled
PoesíaPoems I write when I'm lost in my emotions..