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I can barely look at myself in the mirror
If I could I would.
But
I
Can’t
Every time I try it feels like I’m being strangled by my own reflection
that person in the mirror isn’t me
That Person In The Mirror Isn’t Me.
THAT PERSON IN THE MIRROR ISN’T ME.
Right?
The pronouns they call me by, isn’t me
The name they call me by isn’t me
That isn’t me.
But I know it is.
I can’t escape.
Every time I look in the mirror I feel like I’m falling.
Like I’m drowning.
They don’t like me.
They hate me.
I don’t like me either.
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