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Feeling so lost,
I stumble into nothing,
But darkness do I detect.

This weaving staircase keeps me guessing.
It winds and winds and winds,
To no escape does it lead;
Not a door exists.
The weaving staircase,
Goes on, and on.
No end in sight.

I look in the mirror,
and don't recognize this person staring back at me.
Staring back at me is a pair of eyes,
Shaded, foggy;
Masked with regret and pain.
Staring back at me is a mouth,
Lying, and ashamed;
It's offspring derranged.
Staring back at me is a girl
I no longer remember.
justmo63 justmo63
13-15, F
Jul 14, 2012