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5:03am || 12/16/22
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I got out of my bad and walk over to the mirror. I look at my reflection, not knowing what to do or who I am. I lost myself. I look at my eyes which barely shine anymore, they have big dark circles underneath. My skin looks as pale as snow, I move my sight down now looking at my lips. They're dry and bruised as always from all the skin picking. My short hair was tucked as a ponytail, it was messy as always with my curtain-bangs hanging in my face.
I look at my face. I look exhausted. I don't recognise myself anymore from what I used to be some years ago.

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