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These eyes of mine made of glass See no beauty in the sun, that supposedly shines A smile so fake, it leaves a tear Am I really breathing? A porcelain body, beautiful to the eye Mistaken for value of the most high. So fragile, it breaks when it is seen Am I really the reflection-less mirror? Victim to my mind Slave to my own thoughts Born to live, but I live to serve Am I really alive? Cheer up! You are their "symbol" of hope You live for their sake Do not falter Smile and try not to break