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The mirror looks back at me with dark eyes and scars healed half-way I have asked it for too long and all I got are misplaced sympathy and help I didn't need or beg for
Throughout my life I knew the truth now —little by little— bit by bit Life shoves it down my throat until I can spit with unblinking confidence that we are who we are because of a lot of things
We are our failures —more so often than our successes— We are our downfall, our flaws, out words dripping with poison
We are our ticking clock, our bruised hands, our art scratched dry because of the unfair world
Throughout my life I knew it well enough that I can no longer look back to a time when I didn't know it We are our coarse shards of our broken hearts, our life in glimpses and pieces and ultimately, we are our end in death
