

The Mirror of MeToday is the day when I see who I have become.The Mirror of Me
I look in the mirror sometimes, not to look at me, but to wonder weather or not there is someone on the other side
following the same path I am. Does she make the same mistakes? Does she stare at the ceiling at night? Is she not afraid of the dark?
I cant tell you this, what I can tell you is that she looks out of the same green-brown eyes. She walks on the same two feet.
She reaches for something in the night with the same long fingers.
She watches things unwind a
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yessirreebob.
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