Are you sure you want to know?
Face to face within myself.
The mirror stares back accusing me.
My illusion becomes distorted as it
cracks like ice, lying around me like
shattered fragmented pieces.
The sharp edges remind me of where
I used to be when:
Betrayal followed trust.
Honesty included deceit
Love was intwined with hate
Safety in delusion was my illusion
when truth overwelmed me with
fear
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