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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Somehow, Those empty eyes staring back through the glass They just seem to laugh At all that I am. And they seem to see The person I wish I could be But somewhere, Beyond the reflection Is a soul Who doesn't know Who, even, they could be If their head was filled with dreams Instead of physical fantasies That tells them they're ugly Never will be pretty enough Never be good enough Just a horrible catastrophe An endless rhapsody A drying, dead Never-again-to-be beautiful city though Drowning in a hurricane Of it's very own tears Sinking in an ocean Of similar sorrow Of which no one knows Convinced she is alone And must not stray from such a narrative Forever stuck in this imperative In this day which holds all of it's resentment Close to it's core And won't relent it Even when it is known what is being done "All the more fun!" it cries All the more fun... Even when it is clear The depression has won The green keeps rolling as the salty seas keep flowing The harsh greed seeping into the sea Convincing Wants to be Needs Perfect and clear, But still no one wants to be near The river in which my soul has died Laid to rest, now, that so hated body Finally finding a home in the tide With the many before And surely the many after The tomb of dead laughter Feeding on walking disasters Like I And many more Who let themselves be sold On the idea of perfection As the building block to affection That never felt deserved Look now, what we've learned Look, now, the end we've earned
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