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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Oct 20, 2023
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Your reflection is the prison of your own existence, an alter of the dimensional being of delusions and dreams in your mind In the mirror, bloody eyes are held in the dark, looking fiercly with sad swollen eyes, isolating your emotions and feelings just like your reflection being trap in the fragile glass Dreams are nightmares when It's the hollow month, novembered that you are not yourself in the mirror at darknight Your body is a sacred dimension that will soon not be yours because everything is temporary Trapped in a lucid dream with no way out, saw his face smiling with eyes tinted with red But even if this just a delusions or dreams, don't want to wake up, want to stay here 'cause this is the only inferno oven that something feels comforting Rather live in lies, than live in cruelty of the reality Rather be selfish, than be blue and empty Rather self isolation, than do interaction Have you ever been wondering what's on the other side of a dimensional mirror? Well, you will soon now, the beauty and pain of your alter ego... 134311272394310114138123 ¹¹¹¹²³
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What am I

**Warning: Story contains a bit of smut & its fair share of bad language** ˜She sat there looking at her hands, a frown tugging at her brows as she thought about what to say next. There are things in this world I wish didn't exist ¦myself included. I was just about to ask her what she meant by that when a loud crackling sounded from under her shirt. Her shoulders pulled back and rounded as if trying to break away from the rest of her body. "Harry, move back!" Her pain filled scream echoed throughout the small room. I did as I was told just in time to see her skin begin to redden and shake. I looked into her eyes...they...they were glowing. How can you tell the truth from a lie? How do you know who you can trust? What would you do to keep yourself safe? What would you give up to keep those you love safe? Safe from the creature after you but also...safe from you. ©2013 R.K. Anne. All Rights Reserved

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