

Glass DeceptionI am from fun house mirrors That distort the surroundings Purposely deciving my mind, And weaving doubt into my thoughtsGlass Deception
I no longer trust my sight, Unable to see past the illusions My judgment is impaired, Unable to see past the lies
I am from broken fun house mirrors Jagged edges cut me as I pass Red blood flows from the cuts, Bringing a bit of color to this bleak land.
I walk through this strangel land Unfamiliar, yet always the same. The reflective maze that is my prison, Wandering deeper into the dark.
The broken gl
| Heya. Name's Emily (Emi). I'm 17 years old, lesbian, Wiccan and goth. Have a problem with that please leave. Other then that I tend to be pretty cool about everything. And I LOVE meeting new people. My other account is: posionismyremedy |
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