you see trash
junk
scraps
and i see potential
art
and beauty
junk
scraps
and i see potential
art
and beauty
I often feel like a small child wearing a tall trench coat
Trudging through the snow
Its waist deep and it blinds me
Covers me so lightly
And swallows me whole
disgusting and decrepit
maintaining youth and good posture at all times
selling souls and skin for fleeting moments of happiness
oh how I hate those teenage girls
those girls who pose and pout and get what they want
like shifting shadows moving across walls and space
I constantly reflect everything and everyone
daydreamers like to envision a new world
one where every cog in the machine does its job
we get tired of being the mirror
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