lunes, 3 de diciembre de 2012

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I look again
and she’s still there
living the life that’s mine.
Hate the way she behaves,
looking at me like waiting for a sign.
What does she want?
Always wearing that fake smile,
mimicking me and telling everything’s a lie.
Sometimes I want to destroy her.
Sometimes she wants to destroy me.
She fills me with terror,
that girl in the mirror.

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