There are no mirrors in hell. Mirrors are part of the evil that can happen only on earth. Yes, there are some people here who can pretend to see their old reflections, but we all know who it is that can see faces and who views cheap plastic, melting rubber and cold stone. That is what I witness; 133 shiny pebbles of rock and somewhere underneath the surface a glimmer of blue. I'm sure you could tell that by looking at me, though. Just like when I see you smile as you gaze in your looking glass and see nose, mouth, eyes, cheeks and a few beads of persperation It must be nice to be so real. But then again, you are only 12 and it is probably just a matter of time before you look into a compact and see what this earth has made of you.Birth sign: Aquarius
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