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Once upon a moonlit night I looked into the mirror. I began to question myself about my future. When I looked into this mirror, it didn't give me a reply. Instead it forced me to stare, into my dull, pain striken eyes. It showed me I was empty, It showed me my self hate. It never gave me an answer, about the game called My Fate. The mirror made me angry. It made me want to cry. It just seemed to smile back smugly, as I agonized inside. We have a torturous relationship, the Mirror and I. Some days he tells me I'm perfect and pretty, And I retort, "You lie." And then he would reply, "Of course, but my question is- why do you