Looking in the mirror,
Someone else is looking back at me;
Looking at me with terror.
Maybe it's the old me,
Before I went through anything;
Before I didn't understand what was happening.
Now the mirror represents the past,
And how nothing really ever lasts.
I used to recognize myself.
It's scary how reflections change.

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