Looking GlassA Poem by ToriLooking back from the looking glass, There is a mystery that no one can solve.Lookin through the looking glass, becoming overwhelmed by my past. The pain that follows every look, continuing to stare after being shook. Each glace takes me further into darkness, and begins to drag me under. I try hard to scream, but my voice is drowned out by the thunder. Each peek, only brings me down, My spirits lie, beneath te ground. Feeling lost through every look, My heart is tryin to be taken, but you cannot steal what has been took. Looking through the looking glass, Becoming the monster from my past. © 2009 ToriReviews
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Added on July 6, 2009AuthorToriA little town where the dead come out to play, GAAboutDon't click here! Alright, Hello Everybody! Um I love to read, write, and draw and I hope to become a artist or graphic designer. I also Hope to become and Author and open my own Tattoo Parlor one.. more..Writing
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