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staring back with uncertainty -- a true image or an aspiration? apprehension growing like vines on a clock tower. makes sense -- your scars are still painful. you are not ready to accept the brutal truth. old enough to have been violated repeatedly, young enough to keep the secret locked safe within your fragile body, yet not ready to accept the fact that it happened again. such gruesome behavior -- a tiger lashing at a defenseless hyena. you did all that you could do given your handicap; your inability to emote. this is what causes the face in the mirror to appear ghastly. there is no blood coursing through your veins enraging you, no heat radiating to make you think. just simple stoicism. not a sneer. no fires blazing in your eyes, no devils evident. just a black hole where your heart should be, a purple and blue lump disguised a single tear. not even distance or vacancy. this is what you see when you look in the mirror and the mirror looks back, and talks back: "get out of this life. it's not worth the pain". |
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