In his reflection I see myself.
Build up rage.
Hidden behind a stubborn face.
A face that will break when the tide gets too high.
The hands that broke me when he couldn't hold it in anymore.
I see me as I see him.
It's as if I'm trying to handle myself because I carry the same trades.
And somewhere I'm glad he passed it on.
Cause these trades also contain strength.
The strength to never let me be bend in the trades of another human being but his.
I hope I can pass on this seed.
When I find the perfect mix to let me live on beyond my own reality.
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