We bring the rain of today.
We all drown in a sludgy reflection.
The mirror breaks and throws up the awful truth… we are ugly.
All, with the head in our own storm.
All, walking to our own ghost.
Residue of our selfish acts.
The bleeding faces.
There’s always some tears.
Eyes and hands became all red.
We are the carrier of our own curse.
The pain blowers.
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