I came to the mirror with a disappointed look to the hollow shell,
taking another one back,
under it's will,
it calls me back,
nodding out
yes we will help you relax,
and I want it
I want it bad,
hiding the unperscribed,
shows in the bag under my eyes
and I want it
I want it bad
and I'm running out,
spine locked to the weight it can't carry
define the horse your on
my shoulders you can't carry,
carry on
©friedman27
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