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You look in the mirror but what you see isn't really you Sure it's you standing there but it's missing something too   You don't see the way your eyes sparkle when talking about something you like
I found the devil, not in hell, but in the infinite space  between my body and the mirror.
Staring into the mirror, a sob escapes from my lips. A monster glares back at me, eyes daunting, laughing at such pain. Seeing a distorted image, one of disgust and fat. Skin clinging to bone,
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