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standing in front of myself
i touch my mirror image
tearing the soft skin from
the structure before me
she falls to the floor and weeps
curled into a ball her dreams fall
from consciousness
blood on the wall comes clean
my hands fold and my head drops
i can't watch my demise
(spinning)
my head pulsates
(i watch)
a sudden feeling of relief
overcomes her
(i relax)
but my hands are still stained
(crimson)
her mirror has shattered
and covered my floor
i walk into the bathroom
(i awake)
glaring with bloodshot eyes
my color is porcelain white
and it still hasn't stopped raining inside
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