And just because you have always believed that it was you who was watching, doesn’t mean the finger’s never pointed at you. For every sin committed, for every right that has been wronged, you had an excuse. There was someone to take the blame. And the next morning, you would get up again and had the guts to dress yourself up in front of the mirror, never guessing that you could be on the receiving end one day. And that the eyes that look back at you through the looking glass everyday, could hold an accusation…
The scenes you lived were clips from a movie, played over and over again, until the tape runs out, until scratches appear on every single frame, until you find that one shot where the mirror speaks back.
And all that you can then do, is listen…
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