i stood motionless before the mirror
as always, i stayed until i'm convinced that there is no glass, nothing, separating me from the room i see on the other side
i imagine that everything is different over there;better
there are people, in that world, that i would like
but, like always, my hand his the glass
i know that if i'd only waited one more second.
-jcv
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I'm starting to really miss when you'd have substantial ideas that found their way out of your head, and not other writers'.
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