Do you really see yourselves when you look at the mirror , i dont think so.
Yesterday it so happened, I saw him in the mirror. Raw emotions , wounded psyche he was not me. Imploring to the merciless forgivers but could not even plead. Hands tied up but feelings anewed everytime freed. his cries break the illusionary prison and assassinates the desire to listen. His unsentimental evaluation of me I am sandwiched between what i am and what i want to be. But he has not changed since i last saw him. The heinous atrocities commited by me is seared through his mind on the anvil om creed. Whats his name i thought i knew but now i've lost all clues. To make me , the mirror breaks and assemble. You dont deserve that says the reflection and stumble. i turned on turned on the mirror oh, what i see its the me that is him and not the him that is me.
What stayed with you?
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