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Li/ Afterthoughts

Tragedy

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Li/ Afterthoughts

Tragedy

MIRROR

MIRROR

1 min
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It’s a soul, pure than life

My reflection dims a life, meanwhile I stand still

 The man in the mirror is a lie

My replica wakes me from a dream of my nightmares

I breathe a sigh of cold air

A mist of despair

No traces found of my reflection but a broken mirror

And every piece reflects chars of my being.


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