I look in the mirror,
but only see what's behind me,
Something's eating me,
I'm already gone,
That's when I started to reflect and back track,
My past,
Where did I go wrong,
How am I here,
Struggling to survive,
but what's the point of living when you never feel alive,
The mirror's cracked surface reminds me of myself,
but that's not my reflection,
that's of someone else.
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