Sunday, November 24, 2013

A we that became me

I looked at the mirror and saw your face; my reflection was gone.
It came back with a story to tell.
It's the same nightmare everyday.
I have your blood on my hands. I can't wash it away.

What did we want to prove? What did we win? What did we lose? 

I would beg you to stay, if i knew what to do.

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