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like the angel that feeds within her,

commotion of fear, 4th heaven.

will she ever gaze at the mirror, 

without shattering both glasses?

without pleading to be absolved of every sin i know by heart?

with dreaded smile of paranoid self sabotage,

a mindless black hole with a sole purpose..

one ive mistaken for my own.

regret, avoidance.