Facade The mirror, It's reflective face taunts me as, I glare into the unforgiving depths. The hand, Caresses the un-crafted scars, Remanence of past and future. The tear, Cascades over the lies and hatred, Calving the familiar path. Unchanged. The self-destruction remains. Concealed by my facade.
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