What I see in the mirror
When I look in the mirror I see a stranger looking back but I can't see who the person is he is covered in shadows that hide to light behind his is not my room but a dark forest this stranger has glowing red eyes she you make eye contact you can feel him looking into your soul his fingers have claws not nails he claws at me and I feel the pain but I never have a mark on me that is because he takes a part of me away within himself when I look into the mirror again I saw the stranger looking back at me but now I know who he is this stranger was just me all along
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