Reflection
Do you ever catch your reflection in glass?
Then look in your own eyes, catching flashes of past?
Flooded with memories, Will the world remember me?
Tears of yesteryears, burned indefinitely
The smiles, the pains, even worse the stains
The pressures the strains that went down the drains
The loves that got away, used to think of them everyday
Forgot their names until this very day
Inundated with your history, do they still think of me?
With a smile or a frown? it will always be a mystery
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