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once i see myself in the mirror, i want to shatter it. but then, you see, once the mirror is broken each shattered peice reflects me, my true shattered self, even moreso truthfully, infinite different but random perspectives. only to fill me with a repeat of that anger and rage, wanting to break more, ...to call it a lier... only to realize it only makes it more and more truthfull, and my arm is dripping honesty everywhere