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I look into the mirror I barely recognize myself My skin is pale My eyes sunken in Inside is broken, While the outside withers Who am I but myself? Something broken and dead I feel my own heart A steady rhythm My thoughts are scattered My smile bland I feel like I am dying Inside I am already dead Who am I? I no longer feel like myself Hopeless and withered My heart to break again

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