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A saying that's been ringing in my mind ever since I've heard it. No matter how hard you stare into the others’ eyes, all you’ll find is a reflection of your self. thoughts, my own obsidian prison, I still roam. of conviction in the void; boundless, I’m adrift. mind’s end, vast as space; thoughts: isolated, dim stars; here? Who am I truly? Why have I gone away? values, no restitution. Curled, further, I drift. projected into every face I peer onto. from windows facing mirrors. I am all I have. Not much resolution in them, but I'll follow the syllable rule. :) Rooted in my own projecting requiems For months I float to What am I doing No ambition, no All I see: dark pits From my void, I peer