the meaning of the world

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I stare. my  eyes focused on the glass. Pupils expanding. Someone stares back, they have these odd dark purple pupils. A small nose not quite centred. Blue black wavy hair layered around her heart shaped face. The pale hand holding the rusty kids scissors climbing up her pale cheek. To just above her left ear. A blink and I missed it. Now she's half, half. Half girl, half boy. Her eyes squeeze shut as she viciously hacks at the other side of Her hair. The emotional irises shining light on to her new form. Sorry not her. He.