One day you look in the mirror, and all you see is an empty void of nothing staring back at you. You become entrance by the void, and all you wish is for it took take you away into the nothingness. You reach out your delicate little fingers that are nothing but sharp bones, and veins popping out. They touch the surface of the mirror, and you feel a small tug in the center of your chest. It must be your soul that is being pulled, but then again it could be your heart.
The palm of your hand gently touches the surface, and ripples flow out as if touching water. The surface of the mirror is no longer a barrier, and your hands slowly dips through, finger by finger, until your hand is on the other side. It feels cold but comforting on the other side of the mirror. You go through and feel nothing but a content and loving cold warmth inside the void on the other side of the mirror.
The mirror accepts you for you and doesn't distort you to fit their perfect image or show disgust at how you look. The mirror is you, and you are fine with just you, and your void further in the mirror.
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