the girl in the mirror
is not me.
she's an imposter,
i swear it.
she's clawed her way from
the depths of my soul
and shoved herself to the surface.
please, oh, please,
you have to believe me.
you're the only one
i can tell.
she's a tsunami,
taking out everything in her path
and leaving behind collateral damage.
she's not me.
she's not even human.
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sweater weather
Short Story♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
