I pounded at the mirror, desperate to get back to my side. From there, my double winked at me and held a forefinger over its mouth, smiling as it said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of them.”
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I pounded at the mirror, desperate to get back to my side. From there, my double winked at me and held a forefinger over its mouth, smiling as it said, “Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of them.”
I see myself looking back at me,knocking on the mirror wanting to be let out. Knowing I am stuck inside myself, wanting to be free.
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