
In this poem (not to sound like a pussy) it describes the basic emotions that I have thought a day. In doing normal tasks like brushing my teeth or simply moving around. More specifically, the sight or action of looking into a mirror. I don't know if this is any good to anybody. But it's good enough for me. This poem is was originally supposed to be matched up to music. Meaning they are really lyrics. But I admit I got to lost in writing it that I didn't worry about it. Thanks hope you enjoy.Tous Droits Réservés
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