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Doubts


I peep onto the mirror Puzzled, The man I see I can't recognize, But the features seam familiar I try hard to remember Back trailing the evening events Is it Juney Or Brian I can't clearly bring the image My anger I vent Then it strikes me Am both, and it dawn's on me I have in pretence for so long Can't even recognize my own reflection.
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