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Of my death I write, of that somlemn night. Which my life came to light, though, now the light is dead. And there is a pain in my head. I thought I was dead. There I see my good friend dead.

My heart is mourning, of this perile night.


I see this figure, strange and obscure. I stand to take a look a that gruesome creature.


To find that we are nude. Lost of all possessions.
I take a look at him, or was it her.
I stand and she stands.
I touch my face and so does she.
I reach my hand and so does she, and I touch the layer of glass that showed her in that world and me, here.
I look down; my chest is bleeding.
I am dying,
then the reflection says,
"If you become like me you'll never be dead."
I put my hand through the mirror and fell through
Lost of everything I knew, I look down once more, the bleeding gone.
The girl had changed, she was bleeding now...
The reflection dissapeered. I was her while she was me.
Was this a dream? the thoughts lingered in my head.
"No" says a voice in my head. "You were nearly dead."