Mirror
I'm looking at the guy in the mirror He's not ugly or bad looking but something about him makes me sick I hate him the most and sometimes I don't know why Looking at him i think "no wonder no one likes this guy" "No wonder she didn't stay long" the voices in my head get louder the longer I look at him he's trouble he's not worth it he's better off dead I punch the mirror shattering the image splintering my perception and the voices die away
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