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Ghost

I am trapped in a cage
of mirrors of rage
I can only see myself
The mirrors can only see themselves
I can only sit and stare
with nothing to declare
The thin, shallow mirrors
They seem to be getting clearer
Or is it only my imagination?
Is it a misinterpretation?
The mirrors turn to windows
Are they coming? the heroes?
My anger has disappeared long ago
A window shatters with gusto
Could it be!?
My Hero! Who has freed me!?
But i see no one
I need to get out, I run out of my prison
I stop just right outside my spirits have risen
I run of toward the sunrise
I am ready to go out into the world and be surprised



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