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blackout.
the mirror rises from the floor
dumping the needles, the powder, the reminders
hovering vertically in front of my face,
it forces me to see my reflection.
what do i see?
a dull expression upon a once lively face.
eyes not fully open. nothing is worthy of excitement,
not even this potential wakeup call.
i don't want to realize, don't want to change,
i just want to forget.
forget everything.
i have the opportunity to cease to remember.
the mirror begins to shudder violently, warning me.
instead of raising my hands in protection,
i spike the vein.
i register, blood rising, blood rising, push-
and listlessly watch my own dull face
smash into my own dull face.
black. out.
