I spot a girl through the window, and go to say hello.
Hello; what are you doing?
“I don’t know”
Who are you waiting for?
“I don’t know..”
Well, what do you know?
As tears build in her eyes, she says once more;
“I don’t know!”
I reach to touch her, comfort her..
But my fingers don’t go past a certain point
My fingers can’t pass that mirror..
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