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Who Mirrors the Mirror?
<p>I've mirrored too many personalities that somewhere along the way…</p><p><br/></p><p>I lost my own.</p><p><br/></p><p>So I started digging.</p><p><br/></p><p>Layer after layer, I peeled them away like a snake shedding its skin, believing that if I went deep enough, I'd eventually find the real me waiting underneath.</p><p><br/></p><p>But the deeper I went…</p><p><br/></p><p>The emptier it became.</p><p><br/></p><p>I'm a mirror.</p><p><br/></p><p>Whenever I meet someone, I unconsciously borrow pieces of them.</p><p><br/></p><p>A habit.</p><p><br/></p><p>A phrase.</p><p><br/></p><p>A way of thinking.</p><p><br/></p><p>Sometimes even the way they carry themselves.</p><p><br/></p><p>I don't notice it happening.</p><p><br/></p><p>It just does.</p><p><br/></p><p>Then, before long, those borrowed pieces begin to feel like they were always mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>I've mirrored so many people that I've lost count.</p><p><br/></p><p>Eventually...</p><p><br/></p><p>Mirroring became my personality.</p><p><br/></p><p>Someone asked me a question one day.</p><p><br/></p><p>"Who are you, really?"</p><p><br/></p><p>"You seem to become a different person depending on who you're with or any situation you find yourself."</p><p><br/></p><p>I laughed it off.</p><p><br/></p><p>But the question stayed.</p><p><br/></p><p>It followed me home.</p><p><br/></p><p>It echoed in the silence.</p><p><br/></p><p>Who am I...</p><p><br/></p><p>When there is no one left to mirror?</p><p><br/></p><p>So I began searching.</p><p><br/></p><p>Not for another personality to borrow...</p><p><br/></p><p>But for my own.</p><p><br/></p><p>The deeper I looked, the further I drifted into something I can only describe as a void.</p><p><br/></p><p>A place where every answer dissolved before I could reach it.</p><p><br/></p><p>Every layer I removed only revealed another layer that didn't feel entirely mine.</p><p><br/></p><p>And then I understood something.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe the hardest part of life isn't becoming someone.</p><p><br/></p><p>Maybe it's discovering who you already are...</p><p><br/></p><p>After years of becoming everyone else.</p><p><br/></p><p>Or maybe...</p><p><br/></p><p>There was never anyone there to find.</p><p><br/></p><p>I still don't know.</p><p><br/></p><p>I'm still looking.</p>
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