The Mirror

The mirror is my friend once again.

I smile, she smiles.

I laugh, she smiles.

I bleed, she smiles.

She isn’t so mean, she’s drawn to me.

She’s a big part of me.

I scream, she grins.

I cry, she laughs.

I stab a knife through my right eye, she claps and cheers.

I can get used to her ways.

I have to.

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