Self-truth is not always pity;
An observation sometimes is simply truth
I am frozen rather than free
stuck staring into mirrors,
everything in the world
now becoming a projection of
every image in my mind,
every thought.
How could it be possible for
one person to get close stay close to another
when their own blood condemns them?
Truth is exactly what it is
I am at ease with the story of my life
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(written early with pen on paper)
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