The mirror eats her mind, and so the acid eats her throat.
How much time does she have left? when will this perfunctory gag become the final choke?and who will hear?Rushing water muffles her cries, leaving her with a sense of desolation deep inside the funhouse she calls home.Everytime she opens her mouth, the dark entity of self-loathing swallows her screams,preventing them from being delivered to the one person who could fix everything..... herself
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