I am the one
Who is watching himself.
Thinking, "That thing in the mirror,
It moves like myself."
And I am the one,
Who, before the first breath is drawn,
Thinks, "This is the part,
Where I kick, scratch, or yawn."
And I am the one
Who, preparing to cry,
Thinks, "This is the part
Where I watch myself die."
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