Mirror

Posted by: Jane Doe
Created: June 23, 2020
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The mirror is my drug I guess that makes me a thug When I see it I go to it like it’s gold But when I look into it I put on a sweatshirt like I’m cold I try and stay away from it I just can’t commit The mirror doesn’t realize It makes it hard to stay alive One day it will kill me And then I’ll finally be free

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