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But this mirror who was well taken care of, hated this boy. It told him by his looks that he didn't match any room he walked to. The other beautiful human beings made the room look beautiful and if he were to walk in no one was sure to buy that painting. He was told the other thing he was to match was the bed in his bedroom and his tears added more just as ugly detail. He was told he by this mirror that the design he gave himself was horrible and ugly and that even if he tried no one was to fix it. As much as he knew the mirror hated him, he wouldn't take it down from the beautiful painted wall it rested on. He was afraid on if he were to touch the wall it too would become ugly. "To be honest" said the boy always "If I didn't have the mirror I would be lost". The boy treated this mirror like a beautiful map that told him which way to go and why. Each good step forward was bad and each step badward was good. The boy was always at step one and he loved it that way because the mirror liked it that way too.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡkjbBuuijk8
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"honey" called the sweet voice of his mother's. If his mothers voice would smell it would smell like roses. His would smell like trash. The mirror would say and the boy would agree. What else was he to do? "You've been staring into that mirror for hours. I guess I need to take down".223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ5crshYd4BG
"oh please don't mother!" Cried the boy who turned to look at her as she stud behind her child with a gentle look on her face. "Oh sweet heart you're crying" the mother's hand wiped away the tears the boy didn't had notice. He knew he were there, but he didn't know they could go away. The mirror said that was the only way he actually tried to look nice.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZVNBX9YWwL
he needed those tears! He needed them! He needed them!223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZw8wdA8RsP
"momma give them back! He cried over and over the tears wouldn't stop they would slide down his cheeks and disappear off his chin. He watched as the mirror disappeared. The voices stopped.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZVDIUO8h2X
Everything was quiet the boy felt alone.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAFZXEEDNGD
The boy walked into the bathroom looking for the ugly mirror that laid inside.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡYJOqoGllN3
he hated that mirror, but that mirror loved him.223Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8H8obIo5Jn
A/n: That is the short end to my story and telling me what you think would really help me out! I feel good about the fact of using a boy instead of a girl because girls are always given that depressed credit so I changed it up a bit. I hope you enjoyed!
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