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I'm scared to wake up.

I'm scared he knows.

I can see him so clear when he's in my face.

I push he pushes.

With the same force, it feels like we went nowhere.

I move and he does the same, the exact same.

I can stand looking into his eyes.

They're too beautiful.

So much calmer from his rugged exterior.

So I give in and I punch him.

He returns one at the exact time.

But he shatters and disappears when our fists meet.

I know I shouldn't have looked in the mirror that long.

Those eyes weren't mine.