i wake up and walk into the bathroom and there is my reflection just watching me i smile, it smiles, i frown, it frowns and it watches me intently, so we watch each other, we blink at the same time i think to myself "my reflection doesn't look bad but why is it sad when im feeling sad? i feel as if the reflection is me and i am it, i can only see my reflection stares at me, figuring me out it follows my every move, right down to my pout and when i wash my face and bring my towel down there's my reflection, trying to get around i feel at one with my mirror image and when i'm refreshed, ready to go to school my image turns on its heel and walks away too.Birth sign: Aries
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