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I look in the mirror, and all that I seeIs an imperfect, repulsive version of me.I look at your face, radiant and glowing,personality polished, funny,..
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Regret.Is that what this is?I can feel your presence,drifting away with the wind.Your soul is still stuck,weaved within mine.Because of you,I cry.
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