Memory Loss
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Last published Tue, Feb 25, 2014
I look in the mirror and I see big blue eyes. Long, Beautiful brown hair. The longest and curliest eyelashes ever. Cheeks and a nose sculpted for an angel. I see a perfect face. But, no matter how hard I try, I can't remember who she is. She's just a mirror image.
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