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The mirror had never showed you this person before. They were a lot like you, but yet, still different somehow. The eyes. They were a little less bright then how yours' were a while ago. They looked tired, bags under them. They looked colder and changed. The face was twisted, paler and thin, like a mask. In some ways it could be one, no emotion showed. The face looked calm, but yet mean. The mouth was thin-lipped and closed. No hint of a smile. Tightly pursed together. The hair was swept back when usually, you thought, it would hang loose. The look basically was a "get out of my way" look. No.. this person was definatly new to the mirror. 3
You raised a hand to the you face. The person did too. You gently reached out, hoping to touch this person, hoping to feel them. All you felt was the cold glass. A wetness grew on your cheek and the person, you noticed, was crying. A lone tear rolling down their cheek for you. The eyes showed a hint of sorrow. The mask wasn't so strong now. It didn't have the same power. You almost regonised the person looking at you through this mirror.. but as you wiped away the tear, the mask came back. The eyes were cold. 4
You straightened your shoulders, trying to get back the pride this person had stripped you of. It didn't help, the mask crumbled a bit. Your shoulders slagged. The person looked guilty. You knew they had betrayed people. Broken people. Hurt people. You didn't know this person, but you knew what they did. The eyes pulled you in, told a story not yet known. It took a while, but finally you gave, caving in a breaking the hold. Looking at the ground. This person was pathetic. Dressed up like someone else. They had been changed, warped by some stronger power. 5
You felt almost broken as you looked up again. At the person in the mirror. You laughed a cruel, bitter laugh. 6
This was who you were. 7
This was who you had become. 8
A mirror image of everything you hated.9
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