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A nobody.
I met you in a realm of glass.
Wall to wall of others' reflections.
I press my palm against the ice.
I see your face instead of mine.
To see what I have used to be
And feel the memories in front of me.
The glass, it pushes far away.
And I fade because I cannot stay.
To the world I am a nobody.
A solider with an empty shell.
Satisfied that I'm not a somebody.
Receiving orders in this inane hell
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