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I'm staring in mirrors to try and see what they saw in me. You know that feeling of complete isolation, like no one knows your alive. I feel that all the time. We feel it all the time. I never talk these days because they all know what I'm thinking, I wear it on my face. I never look these days because I know what I'll see. We cut all ties, hoping what we're ending are our anchors that bind us by our feet, when really they're what we need. We cover our faces with what we know. We crawl on the ridden leaves and all the dead dreams that we're supposed to be buried but no one cared to do so. Chemical imbalances keep me balanced. "So it's begun" we say, waiting for another let down and in a minute we realize what we've got our selves into. Everything we begin, we must end. It's just a matter of time before I end up with another regret.