Our ideal is our reflection,
So I do my best to become yours.
Can you see me yet?
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just thinking about it.
bloop
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good job!
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thank you XD
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Not necessarily in response, but in thought of the poem, I came up with this little ditty, to the tune of twinkle twinkle lil star....
Mask that mirrors me complete
Can you show me your deceit
Chameleon all colors fade
Look into my shadows shade
Mirror masking me complete
Mine the darker of deceits
In other news,
I liked your poem
Lots...!
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haha. lolz at your ditty.
and my "poem" was pretty ahhmazzzing.
like ahhmazzzingly awkwardly not poetic.
more like...a random sentence.
teehee.
"it's art because I say it's art!"
yeah, I dunno. it's late. forgive my awkwardness.
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An interesting statement, primarily due to the philosophical nature. Ask yourself what they have done to deserve such loyalty, if you would truly benefit from sacrificing your true nature for them, and if this is merely an ephemeral desire that has made itself seem eternity. Perhaps you do not strive to become their want's reflection, but rather strive to hold in your arms the (non-existent) radiant ideal you, in your depression, have forged as a way of justifying your irrational and self-defacing emotions and activities?
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perhaps. we'll see.
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