It wasn’t our fault, we both just wanted to be loved and admired. Even though we took up the camera lens and dwelled in our reflections, hours spent gazing into a mirror. Just Glass reflecting light. Vanity self-inflicted insanity perfecting absolute profanity Something was missing in both of us, a self-love that really lacks love. We could relate we were both plague by emptiness, a void an emotional defect, strangling our very own existence. It was a phantom pain compelling us towards self-destruction. It was sabotage, confusing just ruining our mind body and soul. Running around aimlessly trying to forget why the void even existed. We were the troubled youth
Posted on: Sat, 11 Oct 2014 01:48:57 +0000
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