Creation, Reflection
When I was younger,
I used to pretend
That my reflection
Was one of my friends.
We’d talk, and share stories-
Just have conversations.
She’d listen, I’d talk
And share my frustrations.
Times pass, and I wonder,
That girl in the mirror,
How is she doing?
I haven’t seen her in many a year

 



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