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By Lisa PulliamPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
Photo by Tom Podmore on Unsplash

My shadow trapped me inside the hall of mirrors. I saw endless images of me that were reflections of times of sadness and loss. She was out and about acting like she was me. I could hear the yelling and screaming. The banging and crashing down the halls echoed loudly.

The day started with me screaming, then pleading, then asking sweetly. In the gentlest tone I could muster, I said I am sorry. And we embraced.


About the Creator

Lisa Pulliam

I love making fun of my emotions, feelings, and thoughts in short form writing such as songs and illustrations. I would like to write longer and more explorative pieces for others to read.

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