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1d
Whenever I set my gaze
upon the mirror,
faces of other people,
except mine,
are worth to adore.

'I' walk,
'I talk',
'I think',
'I move',
Or do 'I'?

All I am is just
a fragment of
Other people.
Written by
Dux Arthas De Leon
  66
     Rick and Shelly
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