I keep returning to the mirror,
Just to question my clay mind.
My aging body's a horror,
There's sheded skin I can't find...
Stuffing my ears with organised noises
Never really helped my soul,
It just drowned out the voices
That told me I'm not whole...
I reach out with my hands and hope
This body won't stay behind
Because losing more of me I can't cope,
Oh, my weak will, oh, my clay mind...
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