Reflected

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I wake up to the sound of rain on the roof of my dilapidated house. For some reason I've always loved the rain It calms me down. I sit up in my bed and rub my eyes. when I finally stand up, I walk to the bathroom. The second I walk in I catch my reflection in the cracked mirror, I stand there for a while and look back at the girl looking at me. why do things have to be like this, why am I living like this. Well, it's not like I have much of a choice.

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