We see the infinite vast expanse of my ego.
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The midsummer sun, still in his youth, taunts the seemingly never ending streams of black tar I have gathered over the years.
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The perfect ingredients for a good mirage!
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Through this optical illusion, we see everything.
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We see the choices I made.
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We see the People I abandoned.
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We see the mistakes I regret.
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Most importantly, we see me.
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Me and my ego, we have things in common.
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We bring out the best in each other.
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And we are not quitters.
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“Today, we shall fight as equals and fate shall decide”
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We roared at each other and his hands came up like claws.
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Alas! Time has come again for both of us!
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It was for this moment I have been preparing my youth.
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But I have no weapon capable of slaying such a monster.  
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I am the monster.