Saturday, 14 March 2015

Being Otouto

And what am I to do, when I look into the mirror and sometimes I see you? Am I capable of the same mistakes, based solely on coup d'oeil glances of my face? I can never hope to forget, when my own reflection reminds me daily of my regrets.

When I was a kid I never wanted to be you. I never looked up to you. You were never my hero. My wish is for you to go away, but as long as I have this face, you will stay, and haunt me to my grave.

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