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Sunken eyes outlined with shadows,

Crimson red lips set apart slightly.

Eyes drooping; too tired,

All my demons held in politely.

My reflection stares back at me,

Barely seeming what it should.

I wonder what's on the other side;

I wonder if it’s bad or good.

My fingers touch cold glass

My tips almost breaking in,

And just when I open my eyes

I feel something shift within.

On the other side at last.

People said it would be opposite from reality

But in fact,

It’s empty.

Not a single soul in sight,

No one to touch or see,

With a sickly smile,

I let my demons envelope me.