anew
Soma
I
was
a
ghost
before
Phantom
of
my
opera
Little
candelabra
In
my
shaky
hands
Searching
room
to
room
Watching
a
death
at
my
hands
Like
many
monsters
I
had
no
reflection
That
was
my
insistent
deception
A
ruse
played
since
birth
—
That
I
wasn’t
real
,
That
I
was
all
without
worth
Reality
shifts,
vague
voices
say
“
You
changed
so
much
,
in
different
ways
”
Everyone
changes
—
this
is
true
.
But
speaking
true
,
it
’s
more
about
becoming
The
real
you
,
rather
than
Someone
new
I
see
a
reflection
now
,
Though
the
glass
is
foggy
and
my
head
is
Oh
so
groggy
The
light
is
clear
, shinning
through
With
that
brilliant
light
I
will
become
Anew
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