standing just behind the mirrror
the crack is just starting to bleed
the ashes of a fading memory
the mark of another deserted dream
press your fingers up to the mirrors edge
untill you can break through to me
hold on please dont breakdown
can you hear, do you even see me
hollow and unfraid
silent and still... .
still just a stain from the disease
standing in front of the mirror
choking back all of the loaded memories
are the ashes falling through the cracks
did you find enough to bury me
shallow and betrayed.. ..
i am: lowercase
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