Finally it's me


I look up, trying to see

to see what it could be.

I see nothing, nothing looking back at me...

Mirror, mirror on the wall, why do I see nothing at all..

Myself I should see, standing there looking back at me. 

Mirrors all around. Up, down, nothing but frowns.

I can't take it anymore.. 


I break the mirror... 

I look down to see... 

And what I see... Finally, is me...

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