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Mirrored Dawn
Copyright, Lisa
In front of the mirror
I stand and cry.
Naked and scarred,
I want to die.
The cold razor sinks
as it slices through.
I let out a sigh,
a mark that's new.
But that blood's not enough,
so I draw again.
Not thinking about family or friend.
Canyons grow as the blade is drawn,
and I bleed
and bleed
and bleed till dawn.