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Every morning I'm looking in the mirror,

Staring at a smiley face,

Wondering to whom does it belong,

Because it sure can't be mine.

Every morning I'm looking around,

Seeing a house full of life and color,

Wondering where I am,

Because I can't recognize this place.

Every hour of my day,

Every moment of my life,

I'm wondering what I'm doing,

Wondering where I am,

Wondering how I can still smile,

When I'm so lost and broken inside...

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Just something that I've wrote a very long time ago.