In the mirror

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You, in the mirror.

Yes, you, disgust me.

the more you look into me,

the more I shatter.

What good does it bring you

running behind others backs

only for thiers to face you?

You, yes you.

You worthless deuce.

What good does it bring you

crying up all night,

giving yourself a clogged, aching head

when you, not even once,

drop by thier minds?

You dreamt of ambition,

You dreamt of steadfastness.

and yet here you are,

sobbing over one in eight billion.

You need repression,

You need to face your ruthless.

And dont you dare

look at your reflection

until youve stabbed yourself enough

so the pain doesn't bother anymore.

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