The Daily Mirror

Standing fixed in the gaze before me Noting each scarred memory, Burning in the embers I can’t set free Fueled by guilt inside I want to speak, but carry on gazing Hoping he says something first, My twin, my conscience always watching Following me each way I go Why doesn’t he speak? Please tell me I am free, tell me “You don’t have to be who you are anymore.” As he says goodbye, and all disappears in silence?

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I am a button pusher. I stir up trouble. It is what I do. I live in the borders between light and dark. I can write about beautiful things, and joy and love, but I find I am more creative when i write about the dark. I love to hold a mirror up to the...

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