Mirrors of mind
Every little thing I do is a reflection of the hues.
I look at myself an see u
In the mirror of my mind.
Some tryed breakin my looking glass.
But my love last for u
In the mirror of my mind.
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The mind is to powerful to blend out of it natural Disposition. I suffer with mental illnesses and hv had cesures. But hv learn that is just stress onculmulatively.