Everyone has a two-sided mirror, as we looked out at the world we wonder what people saw. If somehow they saw through the reflective glass and would simply scream at what was on the other side of the mirror.
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The scars down our wrist that don't exist, the frown that is never seen, our eyes that cry for help but no one comes because no one sees.
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No one grabs a rock and smashes the glass, no one puts their hand on the glass and sees the other hand pleading for help.
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