Oh Mirror,
Why do you stare at me?
Why do you stare at me and look deeply into me as if I am only your reflection?
Do you care that I show no reflection towards you?
Do you have any reason why you stare?
You may notice the light blue walls of my room, lying against it, the metal bunk bed with its dark blue sheets, A messy wooden desk dressed with worthless treasures, A collection of shelves that hold nothing of great value, and a good sized television set, sleeping in an entertainment center blanketed with numerous game controllers and consoles, the image you possess of my chambers.
But, NOW you begin to notice me. My imperfections, my improvements, or more?
What is it, Mirror, why do you not respond?
LISTEN TO ME!
RESPOND TO MY PLEA!
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So, why do you stare at me?
Oh Mirror.

THE END