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This Man In The Reflection Is Not Me
It Can't Be
I Remeber Myself With A Smile
And The One He Has Is Fake
The One He Has Is Translusent
There But Barly Noticable
His Eyes Dulled From The Joy Life Has
As If All He Has Seen Is Pain
But My Eyes Were Filled With Something That Can't Be Named
This Boys Wrist Have Scars On The Vains
This Boys Spirit Crushed As If All Hope Was Stolen In Front Of His Very Eyes
My Spirit Was Clear As A Feild Of Fresh Fallen Snow
Perfect
White
Innocent
His Like A Cloud Of Ash Spat Out The Top Of A Volcano
Black
Lingaring
Threatening Death
Threatening To Consume Anything It Come In Contact With
What Has Happend To Make My Reflection Change So Much
And Why Did I Never Notice IT Was I In Too Much a Rush
But Now I Take The Time
And I Don't Like What I See
This Man Can Not Be Me