◦ a piece of glass

〚 a piece of glass 〛. . .

                     - #ssc3

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Dear mirror,

You are the only constant thing in my entire life. An endless reminder of all of my failures. Pointing out each of my flaws, every day of my life, as if I didn’t have them memorised by now. Like a void, having nothing to offer and nothing to look forward to, you pull me with you under the waters of your despair. Desperate for company in your everlasting misery. Your glass unbroken, without a scratch, and yet it cuts deeper than any knife. But you were a gift and. . . I’m not ready to let go. Staring at my reflection, I can hear her voice saying; “it’s not enough, you are not enough”. You and she, both on a quest to drag me into this horror of absolute self-hatred. I suppose congratulations are in order.

I hate you as much as myself, because I still lo v   e

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hey guys, quick note; I’m not entirely sure if this is actually sad. But basically the purpose of this was to show what one person did to the other. The accusations towards the mirror, the way that object made the author feel, it’s all actually a fault of the one who gave them that mirror. I just wanted that to be clear.