There is a man stalking me. I have to look around him in the mirror just to shave.
When I look in my son's eyes I see his. A blue-grey with streaks but my son's are alive.
I think I used to hate him, then love him, and now he just scares the hell out of me.
I don't know if he is kind or cruel. what happens if he breaks free of the mirror?
I think he has something to say to me, an important message but am I strong enough?
He is in all my photos. My size, my shape, my build, my face, but if he is me, who am I?
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How can some stuff last so long and be so fresh and yet I can't have that memory for good stuff.