Misconception.

I looked down and smiled at her. She was beautiful, a blurred vision, seeming so familiar. My tear rolled down, only to fall on her face and warp the comforting image. It dawned upon me that I had been gazing not at my reflection, but that of the lucent moon, wishing I was as perfect.

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