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by Naerwen Dec 8, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / other
Standing alone into a mirror clear, Watching my dirty sins disappear, One step closer I rise above, Taking this one chance to please Gazing into a pool of lies, A girl stares back with hollow eyes, Fading slowly she dies within, Her body waning with its strife Try to pull a smile to her, Congratulate her for the labour, Yet a face so pale and sick, Does not incline the invite Whispers from a family room, Dictating a fate for a our little girl, Unworthy for a place to high, Just above the dirt and grime Standing alone into a mirror clear, I watch myself disappear, One step closer I rise above, To earn her forgotten love *old poem, needed to post it again*