The Other Side (m)

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Her expression is as blank as a fresh paper,

Brown sugar eyes gaze lifelessly at something in the distance.

Each day, her eye bags are darker than the last.

Nervously, she nibbles at her fingertips.

Sniffles escape softly

Covered by a quiet "sorry"

The ends of her mouth pull limply

Into a weak sheepish smile.

It's as if I could see her soul being removed.

Carelessly, leaving behind an empty shell.

It has no purpose anymore.

She had no purpose anymore.

A slight tapping can be heard

From the other side of the mirror.

Sunlight streams in

As we switch places.

-m.

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