Taxidermy
I look around and seek for significance Everyone seems filled with hopes and purpose Everyone is full of color I am an intruder Orbiting close to them, I steal their personality Now everyone likes me "What hobbies do you have?" they asked You'd be surprised of how much we have in common But in the solitude of my room I gaze into the shattered mirror and find nothing Without the light of others Do I truly exist?
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