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i followed the white rabbit for so long
i began to lose myself
the world only ever seemed to keep spinning
in the mirror i stand alone
mascara bleeding down my pale, solemn face
maybelline in the shade 'dusty rose'
i write the word 'lost' on my mirror;
opaque markings cover up my identity now
i am not sure who i am
the longing for identity is being trapped
trapped in an unfamiliar house
the yearning to be able to identify something
its suffocating you
-the understanding of oneself
elliekaye
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