January 27, 2014 at 3:12am
'Cause I don't wanna lose you now

I'm looking right at the other half of me

The vacancy that sat in my heart

Is a space that now you hold

Show me how to fight for now

And I'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Coming back here to you once I figured it out

You were right here all along

It's like you're my mirror

My mirror staring back at me

I couldn't get any bigger

With anyone else beside of me

And now it's clear as this promise

That we're making two reflections into one'Cause it's like you're my mirror

My mirror staring back at me, staring back at me

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On this cold Monday midnight I'm suppose to be studying about balance sheets, income statements and cash flows but here I am wasting my time repeating this damn song to my head.

I never wanted to lose her since she is exactly the same person as I was.

I never felt vacancy before but this vacancy is like the condition of my stomach right now when I forgot to buy snack for this all nighter of studying. That kind of vacancy that can't simply be filled by friends and family. I mean, you don't put a triangle on a square hole on that 'shape-sorter toy' you use to play with when you were a kid, right?

I fought for this, and baby it was really easy when we were fighting together. We both fought. I couldn't ask for more. Nobody slacked on this part.

The only thing is, I guess we had to face the music that we both wanted to go left. And that is probably a japanese horror movie thing your reflection would do to you. At first, I just thought maybe she wasn't my mirror at all. But who am I kidding, when every light I emmanate is reflected by her.

Intermediate Accounting by Skousen and et. al. says that property has a depreciation value, so you minus this value to the actual good and indicate it on your accounting journals. Whatever! Though mirrors don't depreciate, they actually break. And it doesn't require a physicist to say that cartoon physics things are depicted by broken mirror pieces. If I try to pick one up I end up having a smaller portion of me. If I try to fix it up I become a jagged version of me. I guess it all boils down to letting it go and throwing it somewhere safe where no other people including us be hurt by it.

Goodbye my mirror. I enjoyed our narcissism together while it lasted.