Sitting in the corner of my loneliness,
Broken all the mirrors around me,
Hating the reflection of my own thought as a picture.
What a nonsense love,
What an incurable pain.
What an endless scar,
What a terrible omen.
Shall nobody seek the eternity,
For the eternity, sucks the life of the mortal.
Mortal is not even a word that thy would choose,
In a sentence,
Yet it is the meaning of thy ‘sentence’ to my incomplete mind.
Incoherent, improper, imperfect.
That’s what I thought of the mirror.
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