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I’m
looking at myself in the mirror.
Asking
myself after all the hard works I have done, what does this stranger
wants from me?!
I
don’t know am I staring at him or he is staring at me?
I
don’t want to believe what I see.
I
close my eyes for a secant.
I’m
asking myself if there is anyway I can take this mask off.
I
start shaking my hand.
My
hand tells me everything I had to know.
They
point me in the mirror and telling me that’s you in the mirror not
anyone else.
After
all these days, I have been walking in the stories with loneliness in
every secant.
I
can tell from my face that there is nothing left in me.
Mirror
is trying to tell me I am the one who wanted to catch the sun with my
hands.
But
now the darkness of nights is my place and I am dying silently in it.
I
broke the mirror so it won’t talk about my past and dreams again.
But
mirror breaks into thousand pieces, but there is still my picture in
every broken piece.
Pictures
are telling me with funny faces, cut the hope from the sky.
There
is no difference in your days; they all smell the same old desire.
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