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Reflection spells out image,
An image to induce pride,
To make thoughts sick;
Ugly or flowered?

Self is questionable,
When we find that
One thing that
Makes us crazy.

What we can do,
Limited to,
Lost, too.
Inside a problem.

Hold disdain,
For the image,
Staring back--
Reflection of progression.

Not that it is cracked,
Broken or otherwise,
But it is the void,
That we see lost inside.

Acceptance of that,
But still continously,
Endlessly,
Uncomforting.

So much for it all,
Wishing to the stars,
We'll begin to fall,
Knowing we're not liars--

We can't lie to our self.