I could not go a day without It.

It tells me how I am everyday.

It knows me.

It has seen my daily struggles, my insecurities.

It has shown me the flaws that I possess.

But I still go to It everyday.

It has seen me at my at my worst.

It has shown me my best.

It controls how I feel about myself.

It stays just a few steps away from me.

It never speaks or moves.

For It is a thin layer of glass that shows me my reflection.

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