WHAT USED TO BE

by Bree   Aug 4, 2007


Behind a mask,
Slide tears unseen,
Behind sleeves,
Remain wrists not so clean,
Behind a black fringe,
Are shaddowed eyes,
Behind a mind,
Are unforgiven lies,
Staring at the mirror,
I see what she can see,
But somewhere down deep,
Used to be me...

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