Pretty portrait on the mantel
Smiling mask biting on the lie
That cracked your mirror
Who let her hope die?
Who's that reflected in the water
Sharp like glass that cuts her wrists
To shed the tainted blood
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I'm 14 and this is deep
RastgeleObviously, I thought I was deep as fuck when I was younger. This is a collection of old writing that I sort of still like(?) Anyways, if you're brave enough to face the cringe, I hope you enjoy. Note: This is all in good fun; hate isn't appreciated...
