The cracked and faded image in the mirror,
that is who I perceive myself to be.
This shot and used person that has seen too much,
and yet you see so much more,
a pristine and untarnished view of me.
I can't find what you see inside of myself,
just a lost and broken man.
Reality has been my undoing in a world that destroys innocence,
never can I return to be that which I long to be.
So, I stare into the image before me,
trying to piece myself back together.














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