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I am afraid of mirrors.
I am afraid of the worlds they hold.
I am scared of the lies they have told.
They have made me question reality.
They have made me aware of fragility.
Mirrors expose secrets hidden just underneath,
pulled me apart piece by pathetic piece,
gritted my teeth.
They allowed me to see my own atrocity.
I am viciously hideous.
My reflection is so close yet I cannot touch her,
but she is still mine, here to torture.
Mirrors are morbid, they changed my process of
Am I bleeding or am I not?
Shattered deceit on the ground.

I will only escape when there are no mirrors around.

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