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September 11, 2013
I looked at my reflection as intensely as I could. I studied him, his features, his emotions. For a moment, it felt like I was staring at a real person, and he was staring right back as intently. It scared me, the way his eyes seemed to pierce into my soul and engulf me in a cloud of darkness. I pull away my gaze, and remind myself he's not real.

"Am I not?," a voice called out in reply. It was my own, spoken from another mouth, whispered into my ear. I froze as familiar arms wrapped around from behind.