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A glass that is in front of me is vague.
I can't see my reflection and I can't see my thoughts.
I choose to not listen, I choose to not consider, but I regret every moment of it.
I can't be happy. I have something inside of me dying.
I feel pressured writing this poem although I am doing it on my own.
Sometimes I can't seem to hear what anyone says. Blockage from the world is occurring.
I have all my dreams shattering in front of me.
I wish I can see more clearly and clean this mirror because I am on the other side observing.
That's all i will ever do. Let my mind be ambiguous, and my reflection will forever remain unseen.





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