mirrors

I see myself in your mirror and I want to crush it with my fists and show you the fragments.
Standing in some sort of coma spelled "years", of which I stand as a spectator.
Have lowered my eyes from the horizon and will receive my punishment over time.
It is not about development, it is more about getting were you should be and grow them last centimeter of space.


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