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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