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Mirror ,

Oh Mirror

I ask you

Crush my ego if you have to

Ye of all truth 

So I only ask you

Am I genuinely beautiful;

Beyond your glass door?

Are my intentions as pure?

Metaphorically speaking,

What is the cure? 

For feeling ugly on days we look so pretty?

Sunny when we feel shitty?

Stupid yet still so witty.

Mirror, what is pretty?

Is it in me?

Am I reflecting love;

Or is it envy?

I feel my vibrations off your pretty face

The aura of yellow

How sweet it tastes.

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