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Mirror , Oh Mirror I ask you Crush my ego if you have to Ye of all truth So I only ask you Am I genuinely beautiful; Beyond your glass door? Are my intentions as pure? Metaphorically speaking, What is the cure? For feeling ugly on days we look so pretty? Sunny when we feel shitty? Stupid yet still so witty. Mirror, what is pretty? Is it in me? Am I reflecting love; Or is it envy? I feel my vibrations off your pretty face The aura of yellow How sweet it tastes. Continue reading X posed