Duplicated
A poem
26/09/17 11:42
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I see my reflection
In a form of a person.
this cant be Me. Just cant.
I MUST be unique
But its the same her infront of me.
Her look, her color.
Her being, her walk;
Har paleness, har talk;
Her silenece, her shock;
Her clothes- the same baggy clothes of shameHer face is full of effort to hide the pain..Shes transparent. So am I.She notices me in a glimpse of an eye.Shes scared to her CORE to be multipliedBut she knowes, like I do, the statistic will testify "we are all at the same pit" to myself I replite,
and this disorder's what makes us so desparate and spite
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תגובות
May48
Its a long long fight. For this little black bird
But theres a reason shes in this world.
She'll win the fight, shell...