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Who am I?
My heart burns like the fires of hell.
I am not the same as I was then.
I am distant.
I am quiet.
I am a different person.
Even my reflection in the mirror,
the person staring back at me,
os not the same familiar spirit.
"Who am I?" I ask.
"And who are you?"
Yes, who indeed.
I close my eyes and think back to a time when I was as before.
A time when I was happy, normal, exuberant.
A time when I was full of life, of joy,
of the kindness I once knew.
Then I open my eyes to look at my mirror image.
It is sad, but solemn.
Kind, but hating.
Brave, but fearful.
Peaceful, but evil.
"Who are you?" I ask my reflection.
"And who am I?"
She smiles wistfully.
"I am You and You are Me," replies my imposter.
"Just as you were meant to be."
