I have a strong hate for these things called mirrors,

I hate looking into them as I become overwhelmed with fear,

Every time I look all I see are my flaws,

And all I think is these are the mistakes given to me by God,

It really pisses me off all the things we can't fix,

And every time I see the things I have wrong my head has mental conflicts,

I try not to care but how can I not,

I used to be happy but now sadness is all I've got,

History repeats itself again and again,

Humans will inevitably fail, the only thing we have yet to know is when.

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