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#identityconfusion
Is this place a funhouse? ...Or a madhouse? I lean, into the asylum mirror, to gaze, beneath my own ramshackle facade without falling into the rabbit holes, of empty Alice eyes. ... Just who the hell, am I? As the image, distorts, and shifts ****** like fingertips, smearing the surface, of a still-developing Polaroid... I feel empty, like maybe my soul is just that one burned wall, where everyone comes, to crush out, their cigarette.
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Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 8:20 AM UTC
Alice Eyes