A Mirror That Lies
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A Mirror That Lies
The first time the mirror lied, it was subtle.
My reflection blinked a second too late, the smile curling on its lips-one I didn't remember making. At first, I thought it was exhaustion-that l'd been awake too long, staring into my own face until it blurred into something unfamiliar. But each day, the person in the glass grew bolder.
Their eyes looked sharper, their grin thinner, their voice almost whispering through the silence of my room.
It wasn't me l was seeing anymore.
It was who I was afraid of becoming.
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