The mirror

August 7, 2011
By , Chesapeake, VA
I looked in the mirror at my tear stained face, no love or comfort in the asylum place. we are animals no longer. We are humans with no heart. The mirror shows me what I've done scrawling names on my arms. I got scars from the names that fade. The mirror shows all I've done today.

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