Whenever I stand in front of the mirror, I see a person smiling again and again clearer This feeling of belongingness is strange, When I find myself in the thoughts of others. As if I am just a reflection of their dreams, Or just a character of their memories What I search for is my face Whose shadow resides in my eyes Many thoughts come, a stranger meets me every day, But why can't I see what is truly there? A familiar face smiles and walks away every day, But the person standing in front of the mirror, why can't I see him there?
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Karan w.
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