Wake me up!

Please!

Wake me up!

Running.

All I did was running.

Someone help!

Please!

I see.

I SEE!

A face,

A FACE!

Vaguely familiar.

No.

Don't, wake me up.

It was me.

Please it was me!

My nightmare was me!

I don't want to wake up.

Knowing that looking in the mirror would be a terror.

Looking in the mirror would trigger my nightmare.

For,

IT.  IS.  ME.

Fear doesn't just come to me in my dreams.

Fear lies between me and my mirror.

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All my life, not a single moment that I've felt beautiful.
It felt like my insecurities are eating me whole and I feared looking in the mirror when it is I who judge myself.
I've never been a beauty, or felt so.