I need everybody;
I want nobody.
Pressure builds and I . . . push it away.
I'll get over it some day.
Pull myself out.
Fire all about.
My ashes won't ever be spread.
My spirit will never be
left for dead.
. . .
Will I become self-absorbed instead?
. . .
I find myself lost in the eyes that I see.
This girl in the mirror cannot lie,
for she's the only one who truly knows me.
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