Self-reflection

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Mirror

Mirror

Without us knowing,
The mirror reflecting us is showing, a recreation of the perfect reality, we’re...

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NORTHERN LINE

Different stages,
Different races,
Among all of them future matches,
Women and men are...

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This is me?

This is me?

I am the only critique
That will tell me the honest truth
People from my past will say...

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An Ode To No One (The Author)

An Ode To No One (The Author)

Of all the people I envy most,
No one takes the fall,
I pity someone, everyone,
When...

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Will you still love me...

How is it possible that I’m still alone in a room filled with people?
Why do I feel myself still...

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stronger

I am the child of parents that weren't there,
Never thought me how to really care.
I was...

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My crux

In darkness, I hide my sins.
Yet there! They lie and wait...
Always seeking out the light,...

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a girl and her thorns

My lips look best
painted a bloody crimson,
as it compliments
the sharp prick of my...

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Procrastinate.

Procrastinate.

Well this is far more interesting than investing in my future.
More exciting than the essay I should...

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Skull on parade...

Skull on parade...

Sitting,
Alone,
Making shapes
On a watery window,
Staring,
Thinking,...

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The Scum Still Remains

She can wring out her brain like a dirty wet cloth

She can see as the memories and the filth and...

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I commit gluttony.

I commit gluttony.

Obesity,
How many years to kill oneself?
Gluttony,
Crisp packet after crisp packet, I'...

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Slow down abit ?

I remember we had a party on
Saturday night
But then I blinked & ‘Oh My God’
This...

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After Eden; Eve's Cry

After Eden; Eve's Cry

Dear Adam, my beloved husband,
Bone of my flesh, my substance;
My face is a tear wrinkles...

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dear boys of the future

I can bite your lip all I want
but it does not mean
you have made me
hungry.
It...

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Nine Lives

What’s the matter boy,
Cat got your tongue?
You, who’s supposed to be strong…
Since...