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Frustration

When I look into this grand piece of glass,
I see myself.
Though not really me, but I in canvas;
My future self.
Something not real, soon to be, seeming crass.
Myself ruined.
A world somehow destroyed, encased in brass.
Break the mirror.
I’ve now got seven bad years to surpass.





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