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Hidden!


I saw myself,
In a mirror called life!
I despised what I saw.
Both inside out!
So-
I hid myself
From myself, people, the universe.
I buried myself deep-
Deep in my oblivion,
Hoping not to be found.
Even by my own self.
I get tempted at times.
To look for myself.
To exhume my buried self out.
To dig the things I put away!
But then, I remember the reflection-
I saw in the mirror.
I recall why I did it from a start.
So, no digging!
No going back!
Just a memorial
Of my own burial.
Never to look back
To forget who I was, am!

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