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I'm standing.

Looking. Wondering.

I watch as tears slide one by one down her gentle cheeks.

I'm sitting.

Sympathizing. Caring.

I touch, with a single tip of my finger,

the heart that seemed so far.

I'm crying.

Listening. Needing.

I have to be there for her... she needs me.

I'm dying inside.

I try to see her through the vague picture.

What is blurred, however, has just become clear.

It's my reflection.

I see myself.