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My Reflections


I had a strange feeling when I woke up one morning.

I washed my face in the mirror and realized that I could not see myself.

I grabbed a hand mirror and I could not see myself.

I ran to the pool to see my reflection and I could not see myself.

I walked slowly inside,

I saw a body lying on the floor, motionless,

I fell down becoming the reflection of myself.

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