the reflection we see in the mirror is nothing but an image of our shells, hiding everything that’s within. if the heart turns evil, will this shell reflect the deterioration coupled with the change too? i used to think i was beautiful, but suddenly, i feel so small and ugly. i tried so hard to get this alien image off my sight, only to find myself falling deeper into that stinky world of sorrows. eventually, i come to see that this is a place where i won’t catch a glimpse of the real me ever again.

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