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It seems I spend all my time
in this flat,
I’d leave
but I’m terrible
on the outside
and the pain in the mirror
always traps me
with a sad look of longing.
I’m afraid,
most days,
that the minimal human interaction I have
judges me
as much as I judge myself.
The pain in the mirror
will always trap me
here.