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but I couldn't find out who did it
"because it's you..."

Like dust on a counter, my million pieces got swept around by
the maids of time that don’t care about anything but "cleaning"

what's not supposed to be there. A million turned into a hundred

thousand, that into ten thousand, that into a thousand, that into

a hundred, that into ten, and the ten remained ever so vigilantly
in their places, holding on into nothing, holding on into an empty

promise... a promise that was made by a naïve mirror that once

reflected a reflection as bright and clear as the sun.

I’ve always reflected what "you" wanted, even when what you

sought after wasn't clear and unknown to me, I tried my best to

show you something close to it. I tried to feel what it is that you
want to see since logic wasn't your best suite. I’ve learned what

made you happy and what didn't.

But I guess it's just me!
When I wanted to see my reflection on you, you didn't bother to

let me see it. My request was ignored. I wanted to yell and scream

at you for a reason. The reason being that you didn't put much
of an effort into the reflection as I did, didn't study me, or show

what I wanted! But you didn't let me have a chance, didn't let the

chance come... but again...
I’m a mirror! What does a mirror need a reflection for?

Memoir by Abdullah Rajab Basher Al Habshi / CAAS November 05, 2020

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