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Echoes Beyond The Veil

A5, Ball Point Pen. Sometimes, when I look into the mirror, I don’t see a simple reflection. Instead, I see a fractured self, struggling to erase everything the world has labeled me as. I reached a breaking point where I began to despise the person staring back at me, finding comfort instead in a shadow without form. I resented the reflection that exposed who I really was. Behind me, the background is dark and murky, hiding my pain beneath fragments of bright hues. Each broken piece of me holds a different expression, living a separate reality, yet somehow coming together to create the illusion of wholeness, pretending that everything is normal. But it’s all just a façade. The more I try to blend in, the more I stand out. And the more I run from my reality, the closer I come to understanding it: to shine within this darkness, I must embrace myself fully, even without hopes or dreams.

A5, Ball Point Pen. Sometimes, when I look into the mirror, I don’t see a simple reflection. Instead, I see a fractured self, struggling to erase everything the world has labeled me as. I reached a breaking point where I began to despise the person staring back at me, finding comfort instead in a shadow without form. I resented the reflection that exposed who I really was. Behind me, the background is dark and murky, hiding my pain beneath fragments of bright hues. Each broken piece of me holds a different expression, living a separate reality, yet somehow coming together to create the illusion of wholeness, pretending that everything is normal. But it’s all just a façade. The more I try to blend in, the more I stand out. And the more I run from my reality, the closer I come to understanding it: to shine within this darkness, I must embrace myself fully, even without hopes or dreams.
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