My own communication.
A myrad of innocentt features adorn the face of an angel I cannot seem to place. I get angry at the face screaming, 'life is not so pleasant! Do not act as if you know no better, grow up! Your optimisum will fail you.' Tears begin to slide down her cheeks. I continue, 'Don't think you can make a difference! Be responsible, have plans, stop dreaming!' Gasping I feel tears running down my own face. I look up shocked. A mirror stands before me. I scream and I rant, 'I will never be you! I never was.' The mirror cracks and the angel speaks, 'Give into anger all you like, but do not deny who you are.' The mirror shatters. Never forget.
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