I gave my life
for a change
I thought it
would be nice for a change
it was
and now I look in the mirror
I can see my death
it doesn’t need a face-lift
it’s young and strong
and never leaves me
the more I know me
the less I love me
but someone must know
and love me for me
even to exist.
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