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Apr 2013
Blinded from all except myself, tormented by the voices of the disturbed.

I wear glasses to see the normal, only to be visited by more disfigured strangers.

I've tried finding my reflection in mirrors, only to find a faceless, gaunt figure looming over where I thought I was.
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