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Remembrance of me
The mirror is deceptive.
Not in what I see,
but in what I see in me,
In the remembrance
of what I Used to be..
Is this my true smile
the grin on this face
has been some how misplaced
Altered by the changes in this world
I have made..
Behind this mask
myself I do ask
where have I misplaced
the person who used to live inside this soul
I wait at night
for the dark to surround me
For the night to smoother
and suffocate me.
My mind runs like a child
and sleep I never gain..
So now my secret is told..
During the day why I’m
happy all the time,
Its not because it is me,
Its because I choose to be.
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