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Looking down like there were another me through waters,thinking was she better or was she sad like me.why is her eyes full of tears why is she sad. Was there an answer no it was not. I'll keep looking at my reflection knowing that it would make no change but I'll keep looking. Oh is that how I look or am I not as others say iam, what if there are another dimension beneath my reflection. Does it make sense to be so imaginative, or am I too stupid for that. People say reflection cannot lie than why do I feel sad when  I look at myself. Does it hurt to be me, I always ask myself. Are you happy what you are now. I cannot reply myself. Being me was the only thing I ever knew, tried so many times to change myself but little did I know I'll lose myself in the process. So now my reflection is just another me another person lying beneath the dimension of my reflection.

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