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It’s dark. It’s cold. And I’m alone. It smells of bad ideas and regret. The dust is suffocating me. The clothes tempt me.
If I met me now What would I say? Would I smile? Would I blush? Would I turn away?   I see my face, See it next to mine. Who are you? Are you sure That I end up fine?
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