The Reflection
Here I am. There you are.
I have a light heart; you have a yellow star.
My eyes are happy; yours stare into space.
I smile with ease, but you have a blank face.
I hear laughter; you hear pain.
My feet sink into lush grass while you stand in a bloodstain.
My future is on the horizon; yours is pierced with barbed wire and taunting fear.
My hand reaches for yours, but I am stopped by the glass in the broken mirror.
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