The Room of Mirrors

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I've been in this room for 2 hours, no sunlight, no doors, no windows, no fresh air- only mirrors. And God was I ugly! I wish I had married that plastic surgeon so I could get a discount on fixing this face.

Anyways, I have been self-conscious. When I see my reflection, I want to scream the ugliness away. I claw at my face. I peel my flesh away with my nails, splattering blood on the floor. I cry out in pain, but then I smile. I keep doing it, smiling more and more. Oooh, la la! That's more like it! Awooooo!



-Started by Mac. M

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