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May 2014
I was sitting next to the mirror
I almost looked into it
I turned away
I don't like the mirror
What makes me real,
And not my reflection?
If I shatter the mirror,
Do I shatter her?
What if somebody loves her?
What makes a person real?
I don't like the mirror.
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Lydia
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Lydia  18/F/Pennsylvania
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