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Nastassia's Stuff

I stared, motionless before the mirror
As always, I stayed until I'm convinced that there is no glass
Nothing separating me from the room I see on the other side

I imagine that everything is different over there
There are people in that world who I would like

But like always
My hand hits that glass
I know that if I'd only waited one more second...

All about *me*