I watch myself across the room,
my life in perspective, in zoom.
A sole image that doesn't lie,
yet the only truth to make me cry.
Tears which slide down me,
causing rage, making me angry.
As I watch my entire self break down,
years piling up, leaving me to drown.
Seeing it, I can't stand any more,
as I am not the one I was before.
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