BLURRED IMAGE

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I look into the mirror
The blurred image of a rusty girl.
At the peak of the eye
A spider and a bat appeared
Whispering, "Who are you?".
I knew the answer they wanted.
I longed to forgive myself
For letting all have their way with me.
As "Nobody!" echoed through the hallway
They vanished but the blurred image remained.

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