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The Mirror


I came near to the mirror. which was in my room. I could see a through it. She was smiling at me through it. She was like me. She had my face and my appearance. When I smiled, she was also smiling. She was doing everything that I did. I took a shoe and threw it to the mirror and broke it. Because only I wanted to kill her. She was like me. I thought that I was the only one and no one should be like me. So I broke my mirror. Oh!! How fool I was.. It was not another girl. She was me. I saw my self through the mirror. But it is too late now. I can't fix the mirror again.
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