Another day passed by as I stared at the mirror,
my filthy screams escaped from my crying self, yearning for salvation, they
once were innocent victims, concealed within my sanity until they broke free,
and shattering it as the insanity was reborn. The madness turned my pure cries
into a horrid laugh and my martyr tears were emptied and became apathetic ones.
Grimacing into the mirror, I watched it crack and implode as the pieces cut my
pale skin, using my competence of concealing, I endured the painless razors
inside my skin, but there was a part of me, deep within still mourning for
purification and I realized after I saw my reflected self on the shattered
pieces, I’m the condemned!
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