Mirror, mirror.
I stare at you intensely.
[Move]
Why won't you move?
Something about those devil eyes makes my stomach churn.
Outsiders tell me to accept the man in front of me, but I know better.
It's not me.
It's a hollow representation of the person I worked so hard to become.
Fuck you!
I see the real you.
[Flinch]
I just saw you flinch.
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