Every time I look at my mirror,
I saw her crying.
I saw her laughing.
I heard her screams.
I can feel what she feels.
Now, I’m alone, screaming, but no one hears me.
I laugh, but everyone thinks I’m crazy.
I cry, but they are just looking at me.
I felt the coldness around.
By looking at the girl in the mirror.
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