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  • What do you do when the reflection doesn't match
    Or the painting is smeared and patched?
    If the lines and indentions are strange
    And the scope of color has no range?

    What do you do when you aren't who you thought
    And all your toil yields only pain richly bought?
    When your eyes finally clear
    The truth isn't so dear.

    Do you take another look
    Into each cranny and nook?
    Search for nuances in blobs
    And try to hold back your sobs?

    How about you smash the mirror
    And hold onto your true self a little nearer?
    Perhaps select a new canvas of white
    And use only colors that are bright?

    What do you when you feel ashamed
    And you know there's only yourself to blame?
    Can you truly try to restart?
    Should you even try to mend your broken heart?

    What do you do?
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