degredation
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Emptiness and sorrow,
They all say it will get better tomorrow,
Yet I am stuck in the mistakes of my past,
While everyone around me is moving by fast,
Standstill, standstill,
My body turns into a landfill,
The Mirror
Shoots it's rainbow daggers throughout the hall.
It is three in the afternoon
And I am faced
With the mirror.
It blocks the path. Knowing
Taunting with my own face
Dust drifts down, and for a moment, it resembles the dance of white snow.
Caused by a large boom, the dust falls and crashes into the top of houses, trees, and people.
Some dust lingers in the air and shrouds everything in sight.
