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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