You, you there in the reflection, are you me? Am I you, standing here, am I all you ever were? Who are you, and do you feel what I feel? Do days greet you where you wish to smash the glass you’re locked behind? You there in the reflection, can you hear the words I don’t whisper and do you love the same as I? Speak to me, tell me all I need to hear and show me what I cannot understand. The backwards view you’ve always had is exactly what I need.
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