The enemy was strong
but I was stronger
two hundred blows
two hundred parries
and when the dust settled,
I finally figured it out.
I was at war with my own reflection.
So I glared at my rival
with rage in my eyes
and I shattered the mirror.
Nov 20, 2010
Nov 20, 2010 at 12:10 PM UTC
The enemy was strong
but I was stronger
two hundred blows
two hundred parries
and when the dust settled,
I finally figured it out.
I was at war with my own reflection.
So I glared at my rival
with rage in my eyes
and I shattered the mirror.
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