Cracks
I SHATTERED THE BATHROOM MIRROR WITH MY FIST A COUPLE WEEKS AGO JUST TO WATCH MY REFLECTION BREAK AND ALTHOUGH I COULD BARELY SEE MYSELF THROUGH THE CRACKED GLASS AND SMOTHERED BLOOD, I'D NEVER BEEN SO CONTENT WITH MY APPEARANCE BEFORE
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