Anyone else feel this way?


Untitled.Rusted chairs that creak and moan mock my existence through gritted teeth. Surrounding me, boxing me into a corner, I see no means of escape. Against the wall, a grimy mirror beckons me with it's vines of cobwebs and it's thick veil of dust. Tip-toeing towards the dull glass, afraid to make a sound, the twisted metal chairs stare; waiting. They watch my every move as I come upon the mirror. In it, I see nothing. No reflection of me. However, the moaning chairs remain behind me; through me. I don't exist here.Untitled.
Reaching for the mirror, &n
by `loish
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Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will eternally
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In memory of Shadows' Madame.
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"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
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