As a child, I used to always be in front of a mirror, admiring my body and learning more about it.
As a teen, I stand in front of a mirror to see where red slits will be most welcome to be put on but not enough to welcome death.
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How?
RandomHow did I get in such a mess? Nobody knows. Even I don't know. Just a book full of quotes, some songs, and lots and lots of realizations and regrets in this mess I call, life.
