Broken Reflections of a Mirrored Life


The BeAuTiFuL liar tells
BeAuTiFuL lies, fundamentally grotesque once beauty
dies... Only to leave an
empty shell where grace
once dwell; will ultimately
become one's own living hell.

Because.

This place is like an ever
changing canvas of
individual likeness of a
carefully created painting.
Precisely put together
yet seemingly disarranged.
Confusion being embraced
by glorifying ignorance
with foolery; as if Mona Lisa
painted the Davinci of a
stereotypical judgment being
that of a mirrored reflection.

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