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As I stand in the blinding tiled room.
I stare at the mirror.
Someone else stares back.
They look familiar, I see them every day.
Other people see them when they look at me.
Is that me?
I don't know.
It doesn't feel right, but I've never known anything else.
So who am I to tell?
The back of my eyes burn.
I can feel tears, ready to explode.
The face in the mirror doesn't change.