[M I R R O R E D W O R L D]

I stand in front of the window
Is it a window, I wonder? Or just hallucination?
A reflection of the things I expect to see?
Something that isn’t this reality?

I touch the glass.
No, this can’t be it.
Shining like the brightest stars, shimmering like a lake in the moonlight
This must not be real

I touch the glass
…and it’s just glass.
Rain pouring outside.
World ending inside.
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