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... come, not the one you remember being, and never the one you keep promising to turn into’
The very concept of mirrors was foreign to me until recently.
Perhaps my past self knew of them.
But to me, they were nothing more than curious trinkets.
Yet the moment I saw one for myself..., I hated it.
There wasn’t any grand reason behind it.
It was simply that whenever I looked into a mirror,I couldn’t see myself.
The one reflected back wasn’t trul ...
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