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  1. My Obsession

    My obsession has become a piece of glass and metal spitting out numbers.
    Everyday hoping those numbers will change.
    Declining is the goal but increasing is the fear.
    Morning, noon, and night the thoughts are never ending.
    The changes are never seen.
    In the mirror the reflection looks the same.
    Others see things that I do not.
    Constantly living in my head.
    I never feel good enough.