A sort of twisted poem....Ken is writting to the other Digi-Destined about what made him become the genius he is.
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"Mirror"

I wanted to be him

but was it really me who did the wanting?

there were two deaths that day

and one birth

this darkness, of double vision

mirror living, was perfect at first

but the mirrors ran together

at one point or another

and my mirror living, just melted away

from then on I was him

though I had forgotten that this

was my goal in the begining

no matter how I tried, my heart

always reflected me and not him

who was this stranger, reflected

when my heart froze in nightmare

forming the mirror again?

only in nightmare would I see him

he wasn't me, not the me I was then

he couldn't have been

is he some long forgotten memory

of a time before the mirrors first melded?

And somhow I know

it's my heart that beats

and his blood that flows.