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Mirror

You look like me. You are copying me. You are aping me. You are imitating me. You are my alter ego. Your are my reflection. You are my shadow. You are mimicking me. You are insulting me. You are pissing me off. You make me a narcissist. You evoke me. You are nothing without me. You provoke me. You... and then the mirror shattered.

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