Stranger

I enter my bedroom

Staring at the full length mirror on my closet door

The person staring back at me

Is not me

The person staring back at me

Is a stranger

Someone I no longer recognize

Someone who is full of pain

Full of sorrow

Full of misery

When did I let this happen?

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