When I look into a mirror,

I know the person looking back at me.

I am more then your perception.

My life touches many.

I am someone else to someone else.

I have shared my dreams and fears with you.

We have laughed and cried together.

You may know the feel of my flesh on yours,

My habits, moods, hopes and fears.

You will never know the sunrise in my eyes,

The sand beneath my feet,or the rain on my face.

You will only know what I care to share

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