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"The One Who Truly Looks At Me"

by LeBobbe

The worst part of my day. Is confronting the nightmare. He's keeping my monsters at bay. Fixed to me with a fierce glare. He looks... with disappointment. He looks... with anger. He looks... with dread. He looks... with dispair. Our eyes always meet. Every action always copied. Same spot we always greet. I always took the lead. What a horrible creature is he. Yet in him people find beauty. The intent inside I always see. What a pitiful creature is he. Every day, I see him. Every hour, I feel his sadness. Every minute, I face his actions. For I am him. Looking through a mirror.
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Published
Apr 6, 2023
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A reflection about reflection.

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