I posted a poem, but I wanted to fix the layout.
Okay;
I can't see through my mirror anymore.
These hateful messages block the way.
The ink of my mind blocks the beauty that I search for
I see nothing, I see black space.
Reminders of everything I've failed, everbody that I've cheated.
I used to try and look past, but I've given up.
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