A little story
I had once a little mirror, a magical one. When I starred at it I could see dark spots. There were my fears. There were my worries. There were my bad feelings. I just needed to wipe the mirror and all were gone. Life was so easy. But one day I dropped it. Shattered. Now I have to face my demons by myself. No more magical help. It was the wish of the magical mirror.
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