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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I look around the mirrored house trying to find myself, with each daggered corner of glass and sun reflection bouncing off. I slide my fingers across the placement of my face , who is that? I continue to walk through with each step feeling heavier than the last. I'm angry for reasons I don't understand. I cover myself with my sweater and take off my shoes, the glass is cold under my feet, as I look in the reflection of the mirrored hall there's a familiarity but I still don't know who she is. The mirror is stained, possibly from my tears. I've been in here for days now. I'm not quite able to remember why I walked in and not strong enough to walk out. I remembered the daggered corner edges of the mirror house intrigued me. There's something about a piece that's not smooth but sharp, some proceed with caution but I'll walk right through that hallway. As I stare at my reflection , the girl stirring back as white as paper, except for the red on her arm. It would seem the daggered corner got her or she got herself? I continue to make my way through pulling down my sleeves but the red still drips out. Do I even want to know who I am? Can a reflection really tell me who that is? I lose a sense of reality and sit down in the corner. Things don't feel real and it's very cold. I put my hands in my sweater and feel a rock I had from what seems like years ago. Looking at it sphere shape and feeling it smooth texture, there's something almost calm about the Rock. I decided to get up and go to the bathroom I splash some water on my face, as I look up I see a tear stained mirror, what was sudden's Serenity is now pure rage. I smashed the rock as hard as I can. There's cracks split all over the mirror. The rock is red, my feet now warm from the carpet. My sleeves are rolled up, my once cut arm now shows a scar, I'm no longer in the mirror house and neither can I recall how long I was stuck there. As I look at the crack split mirror I see myself clear.
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