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The Mirror

My life is now my delusion,

A world made of fantasies.

Happiness is no longer the illusion,

My life is my new disease.

No longer waiting to see what happens,

No more waiting on fate.

I will decide where it all ends,

I will show you all my hate.

You claim to be full of anger,

You spread nothing but lies.

Your time in my mind is in danger,

For you are whom I truly despise.

The look in your eyes is hard to handle,

It's almost something to be feared.

Is this true or just another scandal?

Where is your face?--just mine I see mirrored.

-Spencer Castro

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