LacrimosaA Poem by JennThe mirror cracks my self into A broken piece. United.
Reflections stir there I see you Give me no peace. Divided.
To think of what I thought I knew I did not cease. Excited.
The mirror with its broken view Cannot release. Incited.
What have I done? What have I done? What have I done? © 2008 Jenn |
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Added on May 29, 2008 AuthorJennAboutI never really know what to write in these boxes, so I'll just stick to the basic facts. I'm 22. My favorite color is purple. If I could choose my own death, I would be torn apart by a pack rabid ha.. more..Writing
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