The looking glass is shattered
Ill-fated traitor to its cause
I stand alone reflected
A single shard forlorn
I see the world is jaded
Dusty place that I came from
I sit in cold veneration
Lonely shadow I’ve become
And oh! claustrophobia
How strangely you’ve evolved
No bitter sense of loneliness
Has ever felt this cold
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