Time and time again
I face the mirror.
There I am
or so it seems.
It could be someone
quite like me
on appearance.
But sometimes
the exterior lies,
tells only what one wants to hear,
wants to see.
It could be me
but then again,
it could be just the shell of my soul.
Where I am,
only my creator knows.
Him
and me.
Selite:
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