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inner workings I've broken all my mirrors
Living here in this place
It's just too painful to see my reflection.
You know those mornings
when you wake up and hardly know
your own name?
They used to kill me.
Waking up
Looking in my mirror
And for a second believing that
there existed another.
Another just like me.
What joy,
What happiness...
Until I remembered that it is
only myself reflected.
Silly me.
No one is like me.
A fact which saddens me much.
But I suppose it would be cruel
To wish this burden on another.
To walk inside this skin
which is pleasing enough
But to know
that is where one must stay...
Inside
Inside and alone
We start life off within ourselves.As the journey goes we become products of our enviroment.Our enviroment tries to steal our true identity,masking it in commercials and slogans.Molding us into flag wavers and soul searching kneelers.If you truly know who you are inside your life can be lived!