Looking into the mirror,
my images expecting to see,
the face that was looking back,
wasn’t the face that belonged to me.

Eyes of steel determination,
looking past a harden soul,
told the tell of hopelessness,
that the many years had bestowed.

Tears once shed in joy,
now only fall from the pain,
life is at it’s darkest moment,
and will never be the same again.

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