My mirror

You,

my mirror,

my other half,

my dark side.

We look the same.

But in no way are we alike.

We're like two halves, 

of the same coin.

But you-

are my worst regret.

I wish I hadn't done what I did to you.

To create the monster I did-

You are the embodiment 

of what I want to erase.

You're the ghost of my intentions,

forcing me to haunt the halls of my mind.

Bound by a single broken promise.

ANYA

Futaba

VA

13 years old

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    Touched by your kindness,

    I felt a sudden warmth in my chest.

    If you can really say, "I love you"-

    will my mind feel lighter?

    Past closed doors,

    I can hear a faint voice.

    I can't make it go away,

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