Today when I stand
Before the glass
I see a poor portrait
Of myself.
Large amount
Of stains on the face
And I learn
I am caged now
On the chains
Of illusion and
I begin to cry.
I thought
If I were Time
I'd take those golden
Days back in my
Dreary life.
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