Isn`t Anymore.
As I stand there staring into the cracked glass.
I can`t help,but to remember my past.
The reflection isn`t what it used to be,and no matter what I do the reflection is still
me.
I look so young,but feel so old.
Certain problems in my life is why i`m so cold.
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