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there are some of the times when I can not even remember about me
this lonely feeling with no sunshine and sparkling stars
barely to breath
too scared to close my eyes but more afraid just to remember if I should open them tomorrow and find things would be the same...

call me weak
when I can not even try to get up
call me loser
when I refuse to face it

this time...
I cant recognize me
All I can see
this person is just staring blankly at the mirror
...