darkly through the looking glass
I can't look at my reflection, my eyes look wrong, it's not me I see, it's the monster in the window, grinning maliciously, he's watching everything I do, waiting for me to crack and our roles are reversed and I'll be the one on the wrong side of the mirror, watching and waiting. it's ok, early days yet, hopefully this worry will recede back. I'm at work all day, no reflective surfaces to scare me, though I'm uncomfortable about going out into the dark, they might be waiting for me there. I need the money, I'll have to grin and bear it. I should be better than this.
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