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Have you ever wondered about the way a mirror worked? not exactly in a technical sense but more on a self-reflective instance Who do you see? is it the same figure in every other photo? is it a version crafted by your own perception? or is it the one molded by fluctuating expections? our minds work in various ways majority of them being ones we may not even be aware of then again maybe they were never meant to be understood Now, What do you want to see? the one you see may not be the one you want to be-- the one you want to be may not be who you will be-- the one you will be may not be the one you want to see-- everything just leads back to itself unknowingly stuck in an endless loop of indecisiveness Sometimes I pity the reflection. Have you ever wondered about the figure in the mirror? Have you ever wondered how pathetic their life is? You can be the richest man on this planet Or be a desperate beggar knocking on death's door But nothing-- Absolutely   n o t h i n g. will change the fact-- that your reflection is living a second-hand life fabricated by someone they have no control over No options. No decisions. No emotions. No worries. No freedom. Nothing. When you disappear, so will they. That is the true represention of your sole purpose being-- simply waiting to die.
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
Mirror Mirror
Have you ever wondered about the way a mirror worked? not exactly in a technical sense but more on a self-reflective instance Who do you see? is it the same figure in every other photo? is it a version crafted by your own perception? or is it the one molded by fluctuating expections? our minds work in various ways majority of them being ones we may not even be aware of then again maybe they were never meant to be understood Now, What do you want to see? the one you see may not be the one you want to be-- the one you want to be may not be who you will be-- the one you will be may not be the one you want to see-- everything just leads back to itself unknowingly stuck in an endless loop of indecisiveness Sometimes I pity the reflection. Have you ever wondered about the figure in the mirror? Have you ever wondered how pathetic their life is? You can be the richest man on this planet Or be a desperate beggar knocking on death's door But nothing-- Absolutely   n o t h i n g. will change the fact-- that your reflection is living a second-hand life fabricated by someone they have no control over No options. No decisions. No emotions. No worries. No freedom. Nothing. When you disappear, so will they. That is the true represention of your sole purpose being-- simply waiting to die.
Have you talked to your reflection today?
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Jun 15, 2018
Jun 15, 2018 at 8:36 AM UTC
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