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A wonder for all to see,
I marvel at a reflection that isn't me.
I am my own, I am alone.
all is lost in this beutiful mirage when i realize...
I am one of many.
not special, not loved. but used and discarded.
i am but a tool.
i hope life isn't always this cruel.
I marvel at a reflection that isn't me.
I am my own, I am alone.
all is lost in this beutiful mirage when i realize...
I am one of many.
not special, not loved. but used and discarded.
i am but a tool.
i hope life isn't always this cruel.