I cradle the child in me
that everyone tried to kill,
cause that was the purest form
that l can find of myself,
to remind me that once
l was truly a human.
Cause now in the mirror
when the reflection stares back,
l grow unsure of the
face l am looking at
is an apparition or me...
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