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I force my eyes to meet themselves in the mirror. If only I could look at myself in the same way. What I did was wrong. I should never have been allowed out.
Anger suddenly rises through the guilt. Bubbling beneath my skin and erupting within a second.
I punch the glass reflection of myself.
It shatters, distorting my already broken face. Blood splatters the shards. My knuckles seer with pain but I barely feel it.
I can't go on.
I can see distorted tear streaks marking my face, and mascara running down my cheeks.
I can't go on.
Not like this.
I can't go on.
But how do I save myself? Can I save myself?
I look at the broken shards surrounding me on the floor and see myself reflected in them.
I am broken like that mirror.
In pieces and unable to put them together again.
Shattered.
That's what I am.
Shattered into billions of pieces of my former self.
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