"I walk toward a mirror,
I see myself but only me.
As I begin to notice, all
of the wrong deeds I have
fulfill begin to take form in
my reflection. I then see
but a sad and lonely dark
figure whom is being controlled
by dark and lonely thoughts.
I see myself that I must heal
those dark wounds I have
doned and make them light
scars. As I proceed, I begin
to see a much more lighter
reflection. Do our reflections
demonstrate our true beings?
Or do we make them?"

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~Credits go to Aunt/Sugarpoultry