In my mirror is death
it stares back at me
While a silent addiction is slowly eating at the slimy soul with in me
It's a soft kept secret
That i told myself i would be willing to keep
But now it's only distracting
In my mirror is death he's waiting to catch me
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Letters to Me
Poetrythis is a collection of poems written by me. Please feel free to leave any constructive criticism in the comments I'm always open to feed back.
