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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