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I’m gazing down at the water

I’m just trying to break free

I am searching for myself

Because my reflection isn’t me



I see a hazy image

A blurry shadow at best

An outline with no color,

And a Spirit oppressed



To whom does it belong,

The Spirit that I see?

I fear for the worst,

I fear that it’s me…



And whose shadow is it?

Whose indistinct outline?

Struck with fear, once again

I fear that it is mine