Mirrors.

There are two girls facing each other.

Both of them are us.

One of us is broken, the other one is fine.

One of us is honest, the other one is not.

One of likes people, the other one hates them.

What to do with contradictions such as us?

We tend to let the fine one get the lead, but occasionally, the broken one pops up.

People don't like seeing the broken one too often, they get tired of us, like with a broken toy.

People like the fine one, the happy one, the laughing one.

We only know that we're more likeable this because there are no tears involved.

So we let the fine one out as often as possible, to assure people that we're okay.

But the broken one is always there, watching.

The fine one may be able to hide it, but as long as the broken one won't be fixed, all will not be well.

So tell us...

What do we need to do to fix us?

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I really hate having two bad days in a row.

The only three things missing from today where The Muse, The Player and I see.

At least I got to mess with Carebear. Funny how people who have hurled you right into depression can serve as entertainment later on, when your aching your heart for some other person.