3d
I gazed into the mirror’s eye,
And it whispered of lives left behind.
"Whose lives?" I asked.
"Yours," it sighed,
"but never truly yours.”
And it whispered of lives left behind.
"Whose lives?" I asked.
"Yours," it sighed,
"but never truly yours.”
(16/F)
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