A piece of glass with a personality disorder.

The reflection can be something beautiful, or it can fill your throat with a lump of hatred and detest.

How does it decide?

Does the mirror know what is within you?

Or does it take pleasure in cruel jest.

Does the mirror have a soul of its own?

Is this soul reflected in the eyes of the one through whom the glass looks?

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