By Hatami   

I look into the mirror, and isnt it odd?
A face. A breathing soul catches the sheer glass.
Its me.
Its unusual to think of myself as an actual human being
outside the perception of my sight.
I sometimes forget theres a person
in between these thoughts.
Am I merely just a collection of these thoughts?
No. Im a person, with a heart.
A beating heart.
I look into the mirror and blink,
catching the mere grip of reality.
And I continue.

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