As I stare at myself in this mirror,
I realize that I will never be extraordinary.
Standing in this body that isn’t mine,
a body simply being controlled by others
unconsciously.
I live for them in these moments,
in this body—
a body that’s just ordinary.
My soul picked it.
So, I begin to pick myself apart,
down to my most untouched self,
my truest form being enhanced by the soft glow.
Trying to compress myself,
back into an essence,
into nothing but light and my emotions.
This physical form isn’t the real me,
so I’ll keep digging
until I see myself bleed.
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