Mirror, Mirror
On the wall
I don’t care
About whose the fairest
Of them all
All I want
Is to see
What is really
The true me
Blonde hair; longer, uneven and kept back with a ribbon.
A single blue eye, empty, and cold.
His other eye? No longer there. A wide, black patch covered the other side, covered by the long blonde strands of
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