Disclaimer: I still don't own Ouran. Still. Didn't before, so why would I now?
This is such a strange poem, I think. Both of them. But I'm in a strange mood.
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A face in the mirror
Double and divide
Break away from myself?
Goodness knows I've tried
How can two be the same
When one will fake a smile
The other will confront him
And truth comes after while.
Who am I?
I am Kaoru.
Two people merged into one?
Excuse me?!
We're not one.
We're two.
Two of the same.
Or…are we one?
Can we be?!
Should we be?!
…
Will we be?
Will we be apart after so long together?
Am I the mirror or figure?
Do I reflect or exist?
Who am I?
I am Hikaru.
