And the reflection was not mine.

Today’s prompt: His reflection was not his own.

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I remembered someone,
A child that always cheerful,
A teenager with creative mind,
And an adult knows to love,

Yet, the wall grew taller,
Uninviting and barren,
Like a soul trapped,
And the reflection was not mine.

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