Questions.
I look at a girl through the mirror. She's looks like me. She has the same smile Same eyes Same teeth. But. She's not me? My cheeks are rounder. My hair is thinner. My body is thicker. But hers aren't? Who is she? Where am I? Is this real? It doesn't feel real. How am I real? Questions. Questions. Questions. So many questions. But not a single answer. The only answer I need. Who am I?
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