Oh mirror of my personhood,
accursed yet divine.
A severed mast, a friend made foe,
an affection so sublime.
As a map,
with out a key,
so is the path,
that I can't see,
Perplexed by time,
beyond the pages,
heavy hearts,
go on for ages.
Living light cannot be earned,
but improvement can be learned.
Fresher, deeper... run from hell.
Proof by accolade, we'll learn well.
Conflicted am I, to stand alone,
within this coffin made of stone.
But loved am I, by another power
Relieved my soul, in this late hour.
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