Reflections

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I avoid mirrors.

I catch glimpses of myself in the depths of a screen, and it is like I've seen a ghost.

Everywhere I go, I see myself.

I'm sick of it.

All these reflections.

After everything I had confessed about myself.

As if I needed a reminder.

I am worth less than the effort required.

Even in the void, I find it hard to exist.

Placing my words into the liminal. Am I the only one who finds that disturbing?

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