The face I look upon
Hold no recognition
A barren stranger
Ashen and cold
Eyes sunken, hollow
Skin pale and worn
A soul tired, older
Than any I've seen before
How have I come to this place
Looking upon a reflection
Not of my own
A stranger looks back at me
And I find myself wishing
To be alone
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