caught looking at the man in the mirror. well, he doesn't want to look back. he wants too turn his back on your sorry face, and run away with someone else's reflection. haven't you had enough? have you come back for more? return to that plane of glass to remember what you look like and remember that you don't like what you see. on the otherside, things are simple. there's no such thing as passions or wants or desires. there's no such thing as space or time. if only things were that simple here.
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