My reflection is a stranger’s mirror, blurred and shifting.
Maybe she’s someone I used to know,
or a shadow of who I’m slowly becoming.
A ghost caught between past and future.
Uncontrollable, like a storm rising without warning.
Unrecognizable, as if seen through cracked glass.
Angry flames flicker behind tired eyes,
broken fragments scattered across a fragile soul,
fearful whispers echoing in...
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