blatant stabs from my knife
release pops and frowns
i make my way down the stairwell
my consciousness teeters unpredictably
the sticky leather seat i sit in attempts
to comfort me inefficiently
the alley surrounded by stools
and squeaks marks an area of unrest
slumped over i look up
realizing the mirror across from me
is pulling me into its numbing void
my eyes roll back
and i fall in
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Ok Mr Anonymous, Im writing. Thanks for the encouragement.
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