thinking about thoughts that have no meaning
worrying about rhymes that have no reason
sifting through the dark corners of my mind
as you are reading this you are trapped
forced to drift back through my time
this is no joke just stop reading
do you truly want to see me bleeding?
now that your here I must ask, was there really a reason?
don't think I will ever show you my demons
to see yet never see, to be yet never be
what do you think you are a clone
I traded one I knew for one I will never know
...and now I have to live with it
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An eye through the looking Glass
There is not much that can be said about all of what is in here except this everything here was written from a vary deep place in my soul.
do you dare to peer into it?
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