(-mirror, mirror-)
[Rin]
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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in the land is fairest of all?"
"Silly child—need you ask?
You and your brother where the same pretty mask.
I'm a simple mirror on a wall,
But even I can see you are—together—the fairest of all."
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Once upon a time,
Whenever I would look into a mirror,
I would see him.
That wasn't that strange, really—
We had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair, and (at the time) the same clothes.
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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in the land is fairest of all?"
"Silly child—need you ask?
You no longer wear the same mask,
I'm a simple mirror on the wall,
But even I can see you are—alone—the fairest of all."
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Onc e upon a time,
Things began to change.
His hair had gotten longer, and he tied it up into a ponytail,
Mine had gotten shorter, an accident with gum forcing me to cut it.
I had begun to develop breasts—small, but definitely there.
He was a male, and thus, completely flat-chested.
I had become more feminine, dressing myself cutely,
But he wore the same old shirt and pants,
And we became so completely different.
I was often complimented,
"oh, Rin, how cute you are!"
or
"Rin, you're so beautiful."
But "cute" and "beautiful"—
Those words mean nothing to me.
I don't want to be cute and beautiful,
I want to be like him.
I'm often told,
That I'm the prettier twin,
But in my eyes,
He is far lovelier.
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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in the land is fairest of all?"
"Silly child—need you ask?
You still wear your same mask.
I am a simple mirror on the wall,
But even I can see you alone remain the fairest of all."
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Once upon a time,
Whenever I would look into a mirror,
I would see him.
Now, I could see only myself,
And I hated it.
Maybe if I grew my hair again.
Maybe if I binded my chest,
Maybe if I dressed like him,
I would like what I see.
But no,
I still wouldn't be him,
I would be nothing like him,
Even if I looked like him.
So I destroyed all the mirrors,
I stopped looking at my reflection,
Because no matter what everyone might say,
I hated what I would see.
The me that was like him-
Why can't I have that back?
Why can't we be the same again?
Why did we have to change?
Why couldn't we have always stayed the same?
Why, why, why?
Why, why?
Why?
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Once upon a time,
We were the same.
Once upon a time,
Things changed.
Once upon a time,
He was always the same.
Once upon a time,
It was me who had changed.
Once upon a time,
I changed again.
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"Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who in the land is fairest of all?"
"Silly child—need you ask?"