How I feel

December 8, 2010

I looked into broken glass reflections and saw pain, anger, a loss of words. You see pretty face, nice body. Storm clouds evade my mind. Rain vacates my eyes, and shreds my face; I am exposed. My hinges left open to a cold world.


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