A mirror and a flourescent light
Are all I need to see the Truth.
The Eyes tell it all.
I am a slave to myself.
Running and Hiding.
It' raining right now, hard.
All I want to do, is run outside, stand in the middle of the street,
And spin, spin, spin...so dizzy.
Gone is Self Hatred
Gone is Dis-gust
Gone is Dis-ease
Loneliness was a friend of mine...
Gone for someone else.
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