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Fascinating,
Isn't it?
Reflections,
that is...
You look the same,
To yourself,
Every day,
For years.
Unless you go out of your way,
To change on purpose,
You could go on feeling and loking the same forever,
Never noticing the grays coming in,
Or your eyebrows thinning out.
My cheeks are sinking,
Like fucking ships.
I can't stop losing weight.
Maybe it's the sex,
Maybe it's because I am not taking care of myself the way a human being should.
I'm not sure...
Stay black.
Isn't it?
Reflections,
that is...
You look the same,
To yourself,
Every day,
For years.
Unless you go out of your way,
To change on purpose,
You could go on feeling and loking the same forever,
Never noticing the grays coming in,
Or your eyebrows thinning out.
My cheeks are sinking,
Like fucking ships.
I can't stop losing weight.
Maybe it's the sex,
Maybe it's because I am not taking care of myself the way a human being should.
I'm not sure...
Stay black.