August 2nd, 2004 
Iris Through The Looking Glass
“You stare back at me with beautiful eyes
Inside me I form a quiet smile
As I hold my breath, you smile back,
I feel content even through the looking glass.”
I found a few lines that she wrote a couple of weeks back. I was a little surprised, a slight trace of a grin finding its way on my face. Loneliness had been her companion back then, sitting beside a boy she barely knew and desperately loved.
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