a strange fantasy
an illogical make believe
a made up string
a fleeted fling
the idea remains an idea
suppressed down below
swimming to the surface
destroy it, save my face
leave it without a trace
teaching the mirror
if only mirrors could talk
then i might not be so alone
trapped in my own thoughts
"make it make sense"
the undertones of those beatings
i surrender and i accept my loss
now stop filling the space of my reasonings
let me sleep
and let me be in peace
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