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25.09.25

I once saw a reflection;
the person I wanted to be.
It was far from perfection
but it was better than me.

I wanted to switch places,
but oh, poor me, poor I,
even with the same faces
we never saw eye to eye.

So I did the unspeakable;
I killed my mirror's image,
and although unbreakable,
I smashed this selfish visage.

Now I'm a man that walks
with no shadow, no rival,
just a corpse that talks—
dead, awaiting death's arrival.