Never in the history of my life
Have I seen a person
Like the person
That I have seen
When for myself
I looked before the mirror.
I knew that I was alone
But I didn't really know
That the solitude
It had saddened my face so much.
It is for this reason
That when I looked before the mirror
I wanted to die,
Because for the big solitude
My soul no longer adjusted
To my body.
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