Thereās a man who lives in my mind⦠I see him sometimes, hiding in my shadow. His face is familiar ā almost as if heās a memory; a memory that isnāt mineā¦
I know the memory isnāt mine because when I see him itās through his eyes, looking at himself in the mirror⦠I⦠I mean HE is always so concernedā¦so overwhelmed⦠He looks at himself in the mirrorā¦but he talks back to meā¦
āDo you see?ā he asks me. āDo you see why we have to do this?ā
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