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… & in the mirror, my twisted visage may as well have had HateHateHateHateHate scrawled across the landmarks I so despised. My pitfalls and shortcomings oozed from open pores, sores built & erupted on the surface of my essence, below the skin of the thing I saw all too often. Just because I smile, does not make me happy. Just because I act nice, does not mean I am so. My eyes from those days still haunt me, still chase me from the mirrors which splinter from the merest of glance. Self reflection is not always a good thing. It can lead us on a path away from the world, a place of action & mutual agreement of existence, towards the soul, a twisted, fickle thing.
