COMPETITION PROMPT
Write a poem or story about a mirror struggling with the fact that she has no identity of her own. (What could this be symbolic of?)
The broken mirror
Everyday I look into the mirror, the same mirror day in and day out. Why is my life so broken to the point i can’t even look at myself in the mirror? Is there even a sight of me beyond the glass? What if this is my life from now on, constantly looking in the mirror and judging myslef, comparing myself to everyone else i see.
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