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Razor in Hand

Victim of Who I Am

Photo by Sydney Sims on Unsplash

I am not inspired
I am tired
Once admired

Mirror me vanity
Vanity mirror me

I see she
She sees he
He sees me

Reflection of who I used to be

I tried talking to myself
Then I remembered the dangers
Of talking to strangers

Years of abuse
Self inflicted
Drug misuse




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Kira Dawn

Kira Dawn

Lyrical Prose molds my soul. Journey that led me to the Gorgeous Mess of Chaos that you see. One with God. I am merely a vessel. I am authentically me. Broken.

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