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Ongoing, First published Dec 28, 2017
Now my reflection stares back at me, frightening and cruel looking. My right eye socket is gone, my metal eye still rolling across the tiled floor. My other eye is the brightest of blues that once would have shown life, but not anymore. I reek of death.All Rights Reserved
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