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Reflection
Wandering.
Wandering.
No purpose.
Just wandering.
Pitch black.
No one sees.
Just darkness.
But then light appears.
Not light.
A mirror.
But not a mirror.
Different.
I see my reflection.
But the background is different.
All white.
I am different too.
"My" hair is straight.
And blonde.
Not wavy.
Or brunette.
"My" teeth are straight.
"My" eyes are blue.
Not brown.
Blue.
The other me is not wearing the same clothes as me.
She wears a dress.
A white dress.
She speaks.
Not with my gruff tone.
Or my lisp.
Just a clear voice.
She told me of who she was.
Why she was here.
And why I was there.
In the dark.
While she was in the light.
I am not worthy of light.
Apparantly.
She wants me to come forwards.
So she can fix me.
She wants to make me perfect.
Like her.
But I know better.
I push the mirror.
I want her gone.
The mirror broke.
But a rainbow light came out of the rubble.
And flew into me.
The black suddenly became white.
And I changed.
I felt my short, dark, wavy hair get longer.
And I saw it get lighter.
I saw my now blue eyes in a shard of the mirror.
My black clothes changed too.
They changed into her white dress.
I don't like this.
I don't want to be perfect.
I am an individual.
A lone wolf.
Not perfect.
Never.
I dug through the rubble of the mirror.
I then found a knife.
I stabbed the ground.
It made a hole.
I cut a circle in the ground.
Then I jumped into it.
And I found myself just as I was.
Wandering.
Without a purpose.
In my natural habitat.
Blackness.
