Mirrors

I walk slowly to my old closet. Dust bunnies colliding slowly with the intricate designs around the thing that held one of the deepest door to the soul.
What does my Reflection hold?
Who is on the other side?
My reflection is all me.
With wide brown eyes,
An wide-enough nose,
And soft pink lips
Trail the being hat looks on the other side.
Who else is in there?
In your world indebted to my doppelgänger.
Will my mirror hold the one to call my own?
Or will it show that I'm alone?
What scars and gashes will it show?
Or will it show the way I grow?
My mirror will hold all of me.
Nothing will be missed.
Till the day my reflection no longer exists
I vow to be all that I am.

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