Pitch Black Room
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"I only loved her in the dark... because the mirror showed me someone I couldn't stand."
Pitch Black Room is a raw collection of poems and letters about hating your reflection, surviving the weight of your own mind, and finally-slowly-choosing yourself.
For anyone who's ever wanted to disappear...
For anyone still fighting to stay.
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