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Watch your own hand hitting you
and you can't stop it. Are you
aware of the possibility to wake?
Watch the solid object move
in the dark room. Will you
turn on the lights or are you
too afraid to move?

And you're afraid of losing
your sense in your dream.

Who is this stranger in the
mirror, moving his lips while you
speak the unknown language? And
scream of the lost love, and
the beautiful stranger in the
mirror, is found, again.
And the beautiful stranger
in the mirror, bears the
seed of your madness.

And you're afraid to loose
your sense of love, to loose
your stranger in the mirror.