Something is wrong with the mirror in my room
It recklessly confused the image of my smile,
And instead returned the sublime of my thoughts,
Thinly caught between the glass and the pane,
Shards of sincerity are plastered away,
Because apathy never had face-value.
I probably become more see-through every time
Someone cracks open my insides.
Copyright © 2008.
It recklessly confused the image of my smile,
And instead returned the sublime of my thoughts,
Thinly caught between the glass and the pane,
Shards of sincerity are plastered away,
Because apathy never had face-value.
I probably become more see-through every time
Someone cracks open my insides.
Copyright © 2008.
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