Mirror mirror on the wall,
who am i after all?

After living joy and sandness
since my rise to my sunset?

Which expression do you see?
A sorrow one or a sweet?

Is my look clear and thin?
Or all blur full of wrinkle?

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Is a mixed figure, i see…
as the end is not yet to be…

Stand up.

Find your strength.

Grab your crutch,
and override
all these things that keep you slight.

Put on your smile
and dress in hope.
Look close this time,
the blur is gone.

You are ready now…
go on…
Here comes your second chance in row.

You're in advantage,
this time you know.

Each ending is a new start to go.