-Do you miss me? ( I asked in the mirror)
- Which one? ( I heard a voice in my head)
- The one who didn’t had to go in bathroom to can cry, the one who didn’t wait to stay alone to can feel.
The one who was always smiling for real, not like not, a fake smile.
- Of course that I miss her, she wasn't like you, a person who speak to herself from mirror.
- She was so dumb, so... idk blind.
- Yeah, she was. What about you?
- What about me? I am staying so much online or not home, outside whatever, with strangers that I don't care anymore.
- But it still hurts.
- What?
- Your daily parents fight, you uncried tears, your soul.( the voice said)
- Maybe ( I heard myself answering)
- You used to be kind. To not be so.
-So? Like what?
- Like the person who want to stay outside, hates to stay home, with the parents. You used to love to stay home.
-I was deaf and blind.
- No, you were a kid, your life was all pink. You saw only what you wanted.( the voice said)
-And I was happier. ( I said crying)


Maybe tbc
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