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Detached. A stranger standing In front of me. Extrinsically scrutinizing This figure staring back at me. Eyes dead like a corpse An expression of no remorse. How did I get here! Here, I stare. I stare at a reflection I don't endorse. Startled by who stands before me. This is not who I want to be.
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
Detached
Detached. A stranger standing In front of me. Extrinsically scrutinizing This figure staring back at me. Eyes dead like a corpse An expression of no remorse. How did I get here! Here, I stare. I stare at a reflection I don't endorse. Startled by who stands before me. This is not who I want to be.
mariah-wynn
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Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 8:51 AM UTC
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