three.

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𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓.

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i. a shimmering reflection

i reach for the person on the other side;
they're just out of reach.

i don't recognize them
their eyes are mine, but they aren't.

ii. a sickening echo

when i look at them,
there's this sense
that i'm not where i'm supposed to be

i'm not who i'm supposed to be.

iii. a sad ending

the surface catches what others don't—

catches the eyes falling to the floor;
catches the way the smile falters;
catches the secret tears.

a mirror can tell a million stories
without speaking a single word

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