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Reflections
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Ongoing, First published Nov 21, 2014
Whom do you see in the mirror?
Does it feel like a stranger's face?
Those eyes, those hollow cheeks,
The same as yours but still so different. 
When did you last recognize yourself?
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I'm a Hollow. That's what they call us. I don't feel enough emotion to make judgements about people and there's really no way for me to feel much more. I can read people much easier than I can feel, but I can't feel sympathy for any of them. I can have people that can love me and I won't be able to love them back. I don't even know if being a Hollow is bad.