Finish this sentence: “When I look in the mirror, I…”
REFLECTIONS OF A STRANGER
When I look in the mirror, I see a stranger.
Where is the dark haired, fresh faced girl
who once looked back?
She was there only a moment ago with all the hopes
and dreams and happy-ending expectations,
with youthful strength propelling determination.
The reflection in the mirror
is a stranger I see.
I know.
I know.
The stranger in the mirror
is me.
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This is so good! Scary isn’t…….
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Scary isn’t it! Jeez, me and my typos~
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When I look in the mirror I see the changes that live and age have brought, I still see youthfulness staring back, I see me ~ do others see “my” me?
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Yup, I see that stranger, too.
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I like it but she is right there with so much wisdom.
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I think you’re still the same inside, and that’s what matters :).
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