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I am on my way to a new discovery Of myself A skewed imagery portrayed Its figure dismantled, unrecognizable By its beholder And by its creator Insignificance is no longer relevant Unimportance cannot begin to describe Purposeless casts some light But it forms a shadow That covers the real chasm Of an uneventful spirit Unhindered and uninspired Deadend by a path left empty And it seems to go in one direction To nowhere I attempt to reevaluate my image But it just stares right back at me And reflects off the colored glass As it becomes a duplication Of a person I don't even know