Pain comes through each word of this poem.
Write about it to cope and seek out friends and
family who care about you to help. Reflections
do not mirror our true selves, but are shadows,
window dressing, our souls are our true material,
our spirit the inward reflection of our life.
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Pain comes through each word of this poem. Write about it to cope and seek out friends and family who care about you to help. Reflections do not mirror our true selves, but are shadows, window dressing, our souls are our true material, our spirit the inward reflection of our life.