
funhouse
it was like a house of mirrors. the longer i looked at you, the more you distorted me, until i didn't recognize any of myself in the glass. you took all the worst parts of me, multiplied them, amplified them, and reflected them back at me until i started to believe that the warped image had always been the truth.
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