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Hania K.G.

It was my reflection. she looked at me, like she questioned my every motion. I tried to move around her but she would stop me like a shadow. She tried to mask me, to show me that she existed. ___ I kept away though. I couldn't take that I had to see her all the time~ every mirrored surface showed me that girl. I, I wanted to break it all. I wanted to cut it deep down and leave the stitches unlocked. I didnt like her and I couldn't love her. I couldn't. just couldn't touch her. I, couldn't hold her and tell her it was alright. that it was okay to cry and scream out everything. that what was going wrong was not her fault. I couldn't tell her! I couldn't reach her reflection. I couldn't obtain myself. ___ I couldn't see her. ____ I was her! ____ Like a shadow in the dark and ruined mirrors. That maze of her was really my reflection staring back at me and I couldn't protect her. I can't help her. ___ But, I'm better and when I see her. I love her I find her I call upon her and try to hug her. I try, but I still can't meet her eyes. our mirror's are broken and we are never spoken. [SPLIT]

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