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The Mirror

Is it all in my head? Or does everyone think of me the same way? When I stand before a mirror, I want to smile, But even the mirror forces me to cry. “you are a failure who couldn’t achieve his dream”— It screams at my face, telling the truth. These days, I look miserable and in despair, So my friend told me, “The mirror is a liar.” But how can it be a lie, I asked myself, When I see my face turning gray in the mirror? A mirror shows our reflection, And even my mind knows this simple truth.

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