Intro

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I knew I was dreaming when I saw the mirror. It was beautiful but terrifying all at the same time. The dream was always the same. I got up to look into the mirror for the ten thousandth time, I saw the same monster standing behind me staring at me with blank white eyes and large yellow teeth. I look behind me to find no monster but I look at the mirror again to see that I am the monster, I'm hideous and when I try to scream, nothing comes out. It doesn't scare me anymore. I'm used to it. I've had the same dream every night for the past 10 years.

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