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As I undergo the wounds of humankind,

the right and left hooks join within my soul,

acquire the mind-set of a dull cold conditions,

lack a blanket to swathe my quivering soul,  

in a dark corner,

I assemble to weep my thoughts,

veins swollen up,

I snub to stand up,

my acquaintance calls me,

constantly been there,

gives me his hand to stand up,

a lonely mirror utters my name,

the aid is near,

I obtain the ocular proof, bad and good,

only one I have in picture,

only form who dies by my side, aids me to relax,

while no one is about,

calm my despoil thoughts,

as my hands hold the cold blue steal,

close to my flesh of thoughts,

the reason why I walk see him and  begin to relax,

present a recognition to the person whos close to me,

the mirror my best ally,

only one who keeps me in contact with my only companion, myself,

as its reflects my image,

I see my soul in front,

as everybody are no where to be found,  

my ally mirror the one knowledgeable of my pain,

tears, and thoughts

-che