I am in an empty room.
Except for a gigantic mirror hanging on the cold stone wall.
I walk closer to it.
I expected to see my reflection.
Except I see her, reflected on the surface.
Smiling and crying, she reach out a hand and touch the mirror on her side.
I could never touch her , the closest I can get is the cold reflective surface of the mirror.
There, alone I press my face against the mirror and weep sorrowfully.....
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