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On days,
Empty stars fill my desolate galaxy.
And pain takes reign over my body.

I take a glance at my feet made of anchors.

A reminder, that I remain.

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On days,
The shadows reach my reality.
And words shapeshift into black holes.

I sneak a glimpse at my orbs made of earth.

A reminder, that I unveil.

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On days,
Colors fade to monochrome sunsets.
And emotions are engulfed with chains of void.

I gaze silently at my body made of thousand hopes.

A reminder, that I heed.

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The mirror is both my friend and foe.

But, through its translucent eyes.

I find the Strength and Value,

of my barren soul.

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