If truth be told, we're similar in that we pursue
Images in the mirror, the ideals we want
Those can't be true, apparitions
Mere hallucinations
From a dead
Unlived
Past
We've
Left behind
When still children
Fairytales, rhymes, mimes
Acting out roles in computer games
Indicting the culprits in our lives, vindicated
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