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Empty Mirror.
Is sobriety killing my creativity?
Or is it better off this way?
It's hard to find some comfort in this
When all I know is pain
I couldn't go on much longer
With the way I was feeling inside
But who am I now that I'm sober?
Loss of identity will reside
Let me feel the lines of your hands
From your finger tips on down
I don't know how to fix me
But your skin is safe and sound
My a...
Thursday 21st November 2019 8:22 pm
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