The Many

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By Pocket516 •

The mirror I look With fear I look I shake I break The mirror I look The pieces The faces The thoughts The disgraces I look At what mattered I look At what's shattered I look At whats's scattered The pieces Too many The faces Too many The disgraces Too many My fingers They rake My hands They take The many They place In a bag That tears That wears The marks Of stress The marks Of unrest I rest

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