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Trapped
I can see myself in this mirror.
I can see you as well,
crying over a trapped soul.
If only I could comfort you,
but I’m trapped in this mirror.
You won't let go because your
scared of what you'll lose.
But in this mirror I've already lost it all.
Stuck with just my thoughts.
I reach out to touch you as you reach for me.
But all I can feel is the cold glass as our fingers meet.
You turn around and walk away with a sad look in your eyes.
Then I realize that I'm the one trapped in the mirror.
I wish someone would pull the plug and shatter the glass.
This way we could both be free.
~m.s & s.c
