I looked in the mirror this morning on my way past the
bathroom. I don't normally look at my reflection; I can't
stand the sight of my tired eyes and frowning lips. But
today, today was different. I didn't recognize, couldn't
recognize the girl who stood in front of me staring back.
Sure her hair and eye colour were the same, our movements
precise, but neither of us knew the other.

It almost frightened me to look at her, but I was compelled
to mark the differences. Her skin seemed paler than mine
and it stretched across her high cheekbones causing her
entire appearance to look gaunt. Her lips were full, but
almost as white as her skin that surrounded them; they
should be a bright cherry red. I avoided her eyes to travel
down her slender neck; nothing special to note, except her
collar-bones were sticking out a little too much. Long, light
brown hair framed the rest of her neck and shoulders.

Taking a deep breath, I let myself gaze into her eyes. I
guess they frightened me the most. To know that these were
my eyes, but they held so much I've never seen before.
They were crying out painfully for help, they were so deeply
scarred with pain and fear it nearly split my heart in two.
Isolation shone through them as bright as any star that
shines on a clear night skin; self-isolation, self-inflicted pain
and misery. But on top of all that her eyes showed that she
was very lost and lonely; extremely lost in this small world
that's so vast to those lonely souls.

I wanted to reach out and wrap my arms tightly around this
poor girl, but my arms only went around myself instead,
making me feel even more lost and alone. The in the mirror
knows what I'm going through and now I know what she's
going through, but I don't know how to help her; I don't
know how to save both of us from this self-destruction.

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