She sees him.
But he saw her.
Through the glass they look,
Through the eyes they talk.
"I am the person you never wanted to be."
"And I was the person you thought you wanted to be."
Golden, meets dark brown.
The present, meets the past.
She was him.
And he is her.
She was the murdered.
And he was the murderer.
She was the wolf, that hid behind sheep's clothing.
While he is the sheep, that hides behind wolf's clothing.
They are the opposite.
Yet the same.
She was the light, that was darker than the night.
He is the darkness, that was brighter than the stars.
She was the angel that fell.
He is the demon that repented.
She was loved yet an outcast.
He is hated yet accepted.
They are the yin and yang.
Without her, he will die.
Without him, she will be lost.
Without light, there is no darkness.
Without darkness, there is no light.
Without an angel, there is no devil.
Without the sun, there is no moon.
Without sadness, there is no joy.
We are two different people.
She and him.
Yet somehow,
Someway,
She, him, and us, are the pieces of the same shattered mirror.
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