i sit
alone
facing
the mirror
horrified
with
the blemishes
etched on
my pale face
i took
a knife
facing
the mirror
satisfied
with
the lines
carved on
my ugly face
i say
softly
'everything
is
over'.
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In the Midst of Crowd
PoetrySome unshared thoughts that are begging to be expressed, not orally, but through the beauty of words.
