Sometimes, Ilook in the mirror,looking at myself asa stranger would.
Studying the reflectionlike a specimenunder a microscope.Picking out flaws.
Not recognisingwho I amor what I feel-detached and adrift.
Sometimes, Ilook in the mirror,looking at myselfas a stranger would.
An emptinessfill me&mda
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