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VERSIONS OF MYSELF

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Down the dressing room, I heard splatters

In an accompanying sound it scatters

So I bent to gather them up

But it showed me strangers

Dreadful, insecure, and confused they looked

In hallows their eyes dulled

Searching for a different version of themselves

But beckon a living personality of themselves

Desperations were last of their eviction

I wish death were not their last option

Soon their troubles in this world will be no more

But I cannot give them something I never had, hope

Day by day hope left me

I was lost in depression

Support is what I need from them now

But I saw tear in their eyes

Day are the same version of myself

I am done with this

So I picked up the broken mirror pieces

Bye, bye to the world I grinned

By Attah Sarfo Senior

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