As I stand here looking,
Into this looking glass,
There are many questions,
Yet, I have to ask,

Uncertainties I'm finding,
A never ending tale,
It's like an empty pitt,
The one in which I fell,

Darkened shadows linger,
In depths within my mind,
Cloudy from perfection,
Answers I cannot find,

The mirror, now a liquid,
The faces are so clear,
Frightened by the voices,
Those that I can hear.~*.....
 
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