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The road outside is causing too much pain to walk on anymore. When I turned around, in the corner of my eye I see a door. I stepped quietly into a vacant room. Only me in a sickening white box with a mirror. The person I see, is not who I wanted to be. This image glaring back at me is used, broken, and abused. No matter how much I try to destroy her, watch her fall to pieces in front of me.
I know that I am destroying myself.
--I am not sure which is worse; that I bring this on myself or I feel so numb that no one cares anymore.
I know that I am destroying myself.
--I am not sure which is worse; that I bring this on myself or I feel so numb that no one cares anymore.