in the mirror i see myself.
i see who i was.
my past shows on my face
the cracks and dimples
carved by the ghosts of my past.
worn every time their words made you feel.
everyone was someone else before you knew them.
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poetry trip.
PoetryA collection of poems about trauma, grief, addiction, childhood, and loss.
mirror image
in the mirror i see myself.
i see who i was.
my past shows on my face
the cracks and dimples
carved by the ghosts of my past.
worn every time their words made you feel.
everyone was someone else before you knew them.