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Mirror, mirror on the wall
I looked at myself at the mirror which is something I seldom do except for pressing out pimples and checking on my teeth. I looked hard at my own image. My eyes, nose, mouth and face. I stared hard at them, admiring the image of God created in me.
I turned around at look at the surroundings. I feel like someone or something looking through a pair of window which is my eyes. I feel like I'm a robot or something like that. I get to control my hands and legs. Everything. Tthen I wonder, what am I doing here? Who am I? Why am I named "so and so"?? Come to think of it... people do take things around them for granted. The environment, their body, and the people around them.
Hrm.. I'm feeling kind of crappy today. What am I thinking about? Funny me... or some wires in my brain got some wrong connections.
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