Distorted Reflections
By Soul Churner
Where are these faults I have distorted? Growing as proportions Of no return. Sewed into my weaknesses, Weaving it with bitterness, Shaving off its glory From where I burn. Wanting to see myself, I want to from your view. I'm sure it's not as critical And maybe I'm not as pitiful As I think I am. Written November 14th, 2001 © on Nov 14 2001 09:42 AM PST, wendy tyler 18 • 0 • 1
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