I was staring at this woman and I couldn't quite place my finger on it but she looked so familiar. There was something about her that made me feel saddened while staring at her. Then out of nowhere she was staring at me and with her stare it felt like she was piercing my soul. Her face bared the makeup of gloom and sorrow. Her lips quivered with regrets of past conundrums. Her face as pale as the spirts that haunted her dreams. Her eyes, oh how her eyes burned like the last dying ember of a fire that use to set a blaze that was never contained. There was so much pain in her eyes that it brought a tear to mine like I could feel her sorrow. Then it hit me , I know this woman. It was all coming to me. I knew her oh so well because I was looking straight into the mirror. I was her and she was I.
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