I look into the mirror, isnt it odd?
A face. Eyes and lips, nose and mouth catches the sheer glass.
Its me. Its unusual to think of myself as an actual human being outside of the perception of my sight.
I sometimes forget theres a person who is behind my thoughts.
Am I merely just a collection of thoughts?
No. I'm a person.
I look into the mirror and blink,
Catching the mere grip of reality.
And I continue.
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