is it really me?
that's the way things are
broken and untidy
that's the way I have made them
could it be something else?
maybe
maybe I will try
maybe I am dreaming about it
maybe I am running away from it
thinking to have it
or I does not feel it now
that's life full of mysteries
ok, maybe it's time to know the
one I see from the mirror
Is it really me?
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