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Mind like a mirror.

I can feel it, I know you're all trying to drill these truths into my brain. But a hole is a hole just the same, and the truth can fall right back out of the place it found its way in. Sometimes, I think I'm losing more confidence with each compliment. I'm not fishing for your washed up arguments, I just can't catch a real break. At times it can be hard to tell with each short lived side glance, but my ego's just a man made lake. Drill, drill, drill only if it scares the fish away. But even if you scattered them, it doesn't mean they won't find a way to stay. All truth is subjective, just like how I look in a reflection, and how safe can I really be? My head has holes from every pessimistic approach, yet optimism has never really suited me. -Makenzie.
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