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Two Sides of Self
Watching her move,
actually like me,
sends shivers up my spine.
Her pale arms hanging at her side
with her auburn hair covering her face.
Why is she afraid?
Does she see something
that her vision betrays?
I see her everyday,
except this day.
She has changed,
once shy and frightened
to beautiful and loved.
Who is she and what has changed?
The mirror shows her;
she is me just looking out.
