Words, carefully combined to achieve specific sentiment, representing varying literals in my life.
The mirror showed no reflection of my self. None. I smashed it with a clenched fist and it crashed to the ground in pieces. The wall behind it wasn't there. I could put my hand right through where it should be. I had no idea where I was.
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posted by Michael Lagace @ 10:35 AM
Words, carefully combined to achieve specific sentiment, representing varying literals in my life.
Born on the prairies, lost by the ocean; standing on my feet and writing on my mind.
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