In front of me lies a face, So empty than before. Wot looks so lonely and so cold, Stares back at me even more. What once was so alive, so expressed to openness, is now bottled up, Locked inside. As I look at the face, I see As is stares with a look of nothing, I realise I'm looking in a mirror And that empty face is me.Birth sign: Aries
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