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Another day passes by,
and I notice as I look in the mirror,
how far I have come to accomplishing-
nothing at all.
A stranger with my face,
my eyes,
my nose and lips,
stares back at at me.
Long stringy hair-uncombed and a mess,
bangs as long as the rest.
and I don't like what I see,
the shame brings tears to my eyes,
already crowded with despair, and loneliness.
The dreams I had yesterday, too big for today,
the wishes I had,
faded when they were passed by,
overlooked and unnoticed.
I don't live for them, I live for me.
but when you dream big, you fall as far;
there is no changing that which must come to past.
It must be accepted as truth,
failure.
unbeing.
forever-
it must be.
so I look in the mirror again;
one last time,
then I walk away-
there is nothing there I want to see.