Reflection

Stared at myself in the mirror. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Not a single ounce of beauty anywhere to be found. Lifeless bloodshot eyes stared back at me. Filled till nearly overflowing with tears. My lips held not the slightest semblance of a smile. Not even one hidden somewhere between them and my teeth. My pink flesh peeking through broken brown skin screamed a hideousness I felt I had never know. I stared at myself in the mirror tonight. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes felt like hours. Not a single ounce of beauty was anywhere to be found.

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