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...She gazed into the pond. She was drowning. Until she glanced at her left side, and she realized SHE HAD GONE COMPLETELY INSANE. What lies behind it? And what happens if I gaze upon this reflection? I'm looking at nothing. Nothing. It's only my own reflection, except inverted. I must not look at it, because it is inverted. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. **I WOULD RATHER GOUGE OUT MY EYES WITH MY BARE FINGERS BEFORE LOOKING AT THAT HORRIBLE INVERTED REFLECTION**
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Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 2:18 AM UTC
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...She gazed into the pond. She was drowning. Until she glanced at her left side, and she realized SHE HAD GONE COMPLETELY INSANE. What lies behind it? And what happens if I gaze upon this reflection? I'm looking at nothing. Nothing. It's only my own reflection, except inverted. I must not look at it, because it is inverted. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. I must not look at it. **I WOULD RATHER GOUGE OUT MY EYES WITH MY BARE FINGERS BEFORE LOOKING AT THAT HORRIBLE INVERTED REFLECTION**
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Colombian
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 2:18 AM UTC
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