In the mirror.
Searching threw magizines
wanting them to be me.
Looking in the mirror
only seeing 203.
Walking, observing
only to be dismissed.
Looking in the mirrior
now seeing this.
Now flipping threw magizines
noticing they are not me.
Because i am unique.
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