The first time I refused
You should have pressed on.
Maybe I fell asleep then, and woke up
To the sound of blood
Flowing from consciousness
To consciousness.
But guess what?
I have refused again
This time I am wide awake
And there is just
The mirror and me.
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i don't know why no one has commented on this one. this rings very true, in a strange sense.
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