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by Cara May 21, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The reflection of the past Haunts my dreams All that’s left Isn’t what it seams The reflection of the past Is what I hide And it tears me Kills me from the inside The reflection of the past Will never fade It has been that way Since it was made The reflection of the past Makes me cry And it will kill me As I die
