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Illusions and Mirrors
I love mirrors. I really do. Isn't it obvious why I like them? No? Well, Harmoni, it's cause I can see myself in them. No, it's not vanity. Don't you remember? When I see me, I see you. Of course I make sense. You don't make sense. I'm awake, silly. I'm looking in the mirrors, duh…Harmoni! Who did this to me? To you? We aren't this figure in the mirror. Of course not, Harmoni. We're pretty. We aren't bloated and pus covered. This mirror is a silly mirror. Hey, don't you remember the fair we were at when we were little? The mirror hall was hilarious. Harmoni, don't be silly. This isn't funny. What are you now, anyways? You're gone. I'm dead? Don't be crazy. Just cause you disappeared before I was Glimmer and before you were Harmoni doesn't mean you have to be jealous. We can share. It's not a big deal. We're the same anyways…Harmoni? I'm starting to be scared. This isn't funny. I want my mind back.
AN: Sorry if that doesn't make much sense. I wrote it on a whim. It's probably gonna be taken down tomorrow after I've re-written it.