As I rode along the roads full of holes and melted rock I looked out. I see only one sight of what was things to come and what was I to become in the end. I walked along burned houses with broken glass and the tiny doll of someones toy. A photo of a loved one and a memory of my past. I dropped my head and thought how could this happen. Were we that stupid? I left my Bike to the side of the road and stood to see what was left. Nothing! Blown to Hell were these places we called our homes and what was left were just fragments of things to be reminded of time stood still. As I walked I heard the wind and things making noises in the Moonlight. For what was alive. Nothing I could see. All gone just like tomorrow before it came. The same as it was yesterday with no hope. I walked some more and then I seen a mirror on the ground. It was in perfect shape. Dust and some small pebbles on it but still in good shape. I looked into the mirror as I bent down and then the reality hit me. I dropped to the ground on my knees and shed one small tear in my one good eye and thought is this all I am? Is this what I will always be? I was beautiful! Still I think I am now. But is this now the real me?
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