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The Mirror (Reflections)

Oh! Another day in her boring life was here and she had to go through my daily routine! She looked at the mirror to see how boring she became! But, she found out that she became a completely different person who looks much much older than she used to be. 

It really bothered her, not because she is getting older, which is a natural thing, but because she felt that she lost a part of her existence and it was replaced with another thing. Yes, she lost the innocence and it was replaced by experience! The little child inside her is now becoming aware of true life and that's why she became a mature person.

The little child was dreaming of a perfect world where people love and care for each other, dreams come true, and pain rarely occurs. She used to be happy, having no hard feelings, easily forgiving, and she used to be spontaneous, as she never thought that her actions or words can be misunderstood or twisted.

The poor little girl had several tough lessons when she faced the real life where there is a jungle where people are doing their best to survive! "The survival of the fittest", "hard times", "life is not easy", "to be or not to be" and "be down to earth" were the slogans of the jungle which ruined the life of the innocent girl!

Now, there she is seeing a reflection of a mature girl trying to overcome this "childish" stage, perviously called innocence, and the real side of life where her heart was broken, dreams were lost and only pains existed in her life! Yet, she knows that these are nothing compared to her future, which she wants to escape. She knows that the experience stage has just began and she is still unexperienced enough to deal with real life.

The mirror reflected a lot to the girl standing in front of it! It reflected a whole life of contradictory aspects, events, and feelings. Again she looked deeper at the mirror, she saw something else approaching. She ran away before realizing what is it!


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