His Mind #3

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Mirrors circle me on every wall

Burning with an image of my downfall

One last gulp and I can disappear

My mind stops and doesn't adhere

Tears stained my pillow as I drifted into my dreams

Dreams that are always filled with bright beams

Tomorrow I will also stay

Now I know I can pray for a better way.



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