mirror, mirror on the wall *bash bash*

low and grey clouds, with a chance of teardrops and a thunderstorm

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i stand before this piece of reflective glass.

i focus elsewhere but the forehead.

my focus drifts back to those hideous bumps - not two but too many that i thought if i did not count the exact number, it wouldn't cut me that deeply. but i guess it makes no difference. i'm crushed already.

i want to cry out loud. i want to smash the glass. literally. i want to conceal those loathsome monsters. but what good does it do? NONE. and in fact, all the more harm instead.

i'm devastated. and you won't understand.

i'm desperate, knowing there's nothing much i can do but watch on and pray for an improvement.

*in the black hole*

i'm falling down. down. down. down....down...i'm so far down. i look up. it's all just pitch black. and more darkness beneath me.

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let me stop thinking.