Monday, 3 May 2010


The Mirror Shows A Reflection I Don't Recognise
My Fingers Move In Directions I Don't Choose
Repercussions And Consequence?
Left Behind Like A Forgotten Lover
Why Do We Do This To Ourselves?
Go Through The Torture Of Pain And Hurt?
Stop And Think.. For Even A Second
Sometimes Disaster Is Not A Set Course

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