When I Look In the Mirror

I dare to look in the mirror and find pain and misery, an inability to experience joy. Hollow eyes stare back, reflecting the emptiness of the soul within. There’s no life, love or laughter in the reflection. It feels like I have been pulled outside my corporeal state, separated to act as a bystander to my physical demise. Numerous betrayals, lies, and treachery have beaten me down, leaving only a rotten, festering core.

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