"when i look into a mirror my nose touches the glass.
my breath fogs it up while my eyes are locked on eachother and i'm telling myself, "i'm real," but my reflection doesn't match who i am.
who am i?
i look down at my arms and i have a body.
how am i somebody when i forgot what happened yesterday, and i don't remember my childhood;
and tell me your name again?
i didnt choose mine but you can call me it,
fuck, im talking to myself in the mirror again.
i look away but they still stay,
it's just a staring contest that won't go away."
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