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when i look in a mirror, i don't see my reflection. i see a girl, i don't know her, i don't really understand her either and sometimes i feel like im living her life. she has a loving family, caring friends, a future and a smile. im not her, and i don't want to be. one day i hope we part ways and i'll see myself there in the mirror instead, and maybe i can learn to smile like she does.

climbs on leg

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climbs up more mouse smallness powers

:P just vibing with smol mouse fren

climbed to the shoulder and struggled with the big stickers

stickers??

Darn. Missed Page 900!

when i look in a mirror, i don't see my reflection. i see a girl, i don't know her, i don't really understand her either and sometimes i feel like im living her life. she has a loving family, caring friends, a future and a smile. im not her, and i don't want to be. one day i hope we part ways and i'll see myself there in the mirror instead, and maybe i can learn to smile like she does.

Ok so, I wrote a peom that is a lot like this a year ago. Like, I feel this on a very fr level.

yooooooo, does this count as a poem? cause that'd be awesome

when i look in a mirror, i don't see my reflection. i see a girl, i don't know her, i don't really understand her either and sometimes i feel like im living her life. she has a loving family, caring friends, a future and a smile. im not her, and i don't want to be. one day i hope we part ways and i'll see myself there in the mirror instead, and maybe i can learn to smile like she does.

Ok so, I wrote a peom that is a lot like this a year ago. Like, I feel this on a very fr level.

yooooooo, does this count as a poem? cause that'd be awesome

It is poetic

oh, cool!

when i look in a mirror, i don't see my reflection. i see a girl, i don't know her, i don't really understand her either and sometimes i feel like im living her life. she has a loving family, caring friends, a future and a smile. im not her, and i don't want to be. one day i hope we part ways and i'll see myself there in the mirror instead, and maybe i can learn to smile like she does.

Ok so, I wrote a peom that is a lot like this a year ago. Like, I feel this on a very fr level.

yooooooo, does this count as a poem? cause that'd be awesome

It is poetic

oh, cool!

do you want me to share my poem with you?

yeah, i'd love to hear it

There is me - Jace Wardwell

When I look into the mirror,
a stranger do I see.
Someone else's reflection,
staring back at me.

With hazel eyes,
and tiny ears,
a perfect smile,
that shows no fear.

She wears a crown of pride,
upon he perfect hair.
Into her eyes I look,
into her soul I stare.

Hidden behind her perfect face,
hidden behind her gentle gaze.
there I stand, small and weak
there I see the true.. real me.

Behind her eyes, there is me.

wow, that's a lot more similar than i thought it'd be, that's really awesome!

Hello!

I'm in my criminology class and I drank too much caffiene and I'm falling asleep and teacher slammed on my desk and started yelling about white collar crimes

I would have asked him about blue collar crimes

Haunted smaunted the ghosts fear me after what happened last time

Haunted smaunted the ghosts fear me after what happened last time

Eh I don’t believe in em. But I am curious about the possible story behind this statement

Ghosts don't like the fact that I have blue jays that follow me everywhere, at anytime during the day or night. In Celtic lore, blue jays are a symbol of great protectors. Also they don't like the fact that when they mess with me I mess back and start putting dangerous objects to them in their favorite spots for a day or two. Pretty sure I have one in my cabinet and I've affectionately named him Portofino. He's a silly lil guy. However he does not like the apple wax melt. I turn it on when I'm trying to sleep and study. and everything is silent. When it's off and I leave my room I come back to open cabinets and small annoyances.