Scrittura
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Scrittura

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

Maybe
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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