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by the cutting reason of your mistake Jun 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
As I look into the mirror I see the terrible horror The one in which I’ve created The one that I have hated So, look at me What do you see? Do you see the girl? Who’s broken, beaten, and numb? Or the girl who shows you Exactly what you want to see? I see a terrible nothing A broken something A sadly hidden girl And an unpolished pearl But why would you At all see something For I see nothing And that nothing I’ll stay