I stand in front of my mirror,
Staring at the person I once knew,
I wish my faded dream were clearer,
And thought I could start anew,
The person who stares back at me,
No longer does she exist,
My image is clear as could be,
My future is uncertain,
Not even I could foresee,
I am no longer sure of whom I am,
This image in front of me is nothing but a mystery,
My whole life is a scam,
And my past is history.
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