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(From Pinterest, Camp Camp)

The man looked at himself in the mirror. He started at his reflection. Bags under his eyes his hair never the way he wanted it, eyes completely dull. He didn't feel anything, but there was something there, he just didn't know what. He continued to stare. He saw the color of his shirt in his reflection.

Red

He tilted his head. Red. He liked the color, such a bright pretty color. He looked at his hands. Red. He continued to stare, he looked at the mirror. Black. He hated that color. It was dark and dull, just like his eyes. He glared at the reflection. All he saw was the black.

SMASH.

SMASH.

SMASH.

SMASH.

He looked at the new reflection. He couldn't see himself, CRACK. All he saw was his favorite color red, dripping from the shattered mirror. It was so..........pretty to him.

He felt himself smile. He continued to smile more, as he then soon felt something rise with in him. There it was.

He started to laugh. That's all that he could do, just laugh. He wouldn't and couldn't stop. He laughed maniacally.









   The color
   Red









    Was his favorite
  Color





















I don't know what I just wrote, but put your guesses on who it was, but yeah another chapter, yay! See y'all, love y'all, bye💜💜

It was trashy lolololol

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