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Reflection

Cold blood
runs through my veins
and the fury of my stoned heart
is driving me insane,
for my heart has blackened,
my existence is bruised
yet no one really knows or cares
with the exception of you.
Who are you?
You are the reflection of me.

But who is real and who isn't
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