mirror
life is never really shared
like a small room with too much furniture
the impressive view tucked behind the curtains
the door locked with no way out
there’s little air to breathe
mind the gap
the walls are adorned with other people
they come and go
only you stay only you stay
they’re crammed into such a cramped space
all talking at the same time
all asking the same question
and they all bring you the same gift
they tell you it’s a window
that it lets in the light
and when they smile you smile too
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