by me. 

My reflection...
Doesn't look like me.
I have changed.
Could that be me I see?
So much has happened. 
In so little time.
I have grown, I have imagined.

But not my reflection.
for I know that it's real.
It's warm, and clear, and bright.
Unlike this madding world I live in. 
This world of eternal night. 

The timing's kinda off, because I'm bad at rhyming poems, but I hope you liked it. 


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