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My Looking Glassi sit here looking at my self in the mirror there are days i look and i see myself as i used to be someone who knew things someone different than who i am today someone through my looking glass i dwell on the thought of myself as i was thinking what would have been could have been and i cry thinking of who i once was never again there will never be another time another place someone through my looking glass how much time will i have left to me where i can sit and see my other self how much time do i have left to even know was there ever another self in the looking glass someone through my looking glass i feel myself fading each time i look now the remnants of who i was slowly disappears i look and see a shadow a ghost of who i was she is gone the woman i knew in the looking glass someone through my looking glass Vote for this poem
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