Obvious
Obvious
A mirror stands.
And there too a mirror stands.
A reflection tainted by the sight of only me.
I stare back.
A reflection of stone mimics me.
Can it be? Is this me?
A rock is now before me.
So bold and strong, I used to be.
Invulnerable and unreachable,
How sad it is to say that this indeed is me.
It is my very defeat.
It is my very weakness.
The boulder that stands before me is stopping me, taunting me.
But how? Can this be?
For in the end, the boulder is me.
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