Inception

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I face in the mirror
There I find
A figure, a face
I hardly recognize

This girl standing in front of me
Cannot be the me
I don't think it's my reflection
She's cold,  no sign of affection

The woman in the mirror
She looks heartless, emotionless
Void of anything that make her human

I couldn't be her
She could be me
I'm not like her
Yeah
Before
So

I turned
She did

I changed my clothes
She did

I can't believe this is mine

But
It is really mine
Perhaps it's
just my new inception

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