Mirror Secrets Of The Broken

Talking to myself,

Can you tell me why,

I have opened eyes,

Still unable to see,

When I see everything I do,

Days spent unamused when I run into mud with my perfect white angel costume on…

That’s when I look in the mirror like FUCK

/

Who am I really tonight?

Mistakes laughing, surrounding.

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