ni-juu roku

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a mirror.

it stands before me, reflecting what is truly there.

a face.

the face seems broken, cracked.

a heart.

it seems black and empty, with nothing to spare.

a tear.

it seems to be rolling down the face like a waterfall.

a mouth.

it's calling out to me, telling me i should let go.

the mirror begins to yell at me for everything i've done.

telling me i should let go like the mouth said.

"i hate you," the mouth screams.

i'm a nobody.

-the boy who only knows how to hate himself

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