10 Years Later

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I looked in the mirror 

and I saw me.


My eyes were light

My nose was large

My face was dotted

My lips were crammed.


I was sealed;

the last I saw was my sanity.


The most I saw was my stain


The least I caught was the broken piece of my thought


The shackles on my wrist, I know


shall forever lay in its place.

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