i gaze into my reflection in the mirror but it isn't mine. its my body, its my face, but my mind is somewhere else, somewhere perfect. i see a vacant stare look right back at me and its almost animated. i can see into the mirror, back out, and through myself again to the swirl of colours in the backround. once again, i am happy. The colors
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its greatness.
i think i might have to copy that down in my journal.
ur lucky... u get a page in my journal.
:)
*friday*
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i love crackhead poems. you should see some of my acid wrtings... LMAO. those are some crazyness.
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