The mirror
"Yes... My face was beautiful, but it wasn't the only one. There was another face, hidden. A face that watched me, that spoke to me, that laughed at me. A face that accompanied me wherever I went. it was, under my skin, hidden in my flesh. The face was here, I knew it. I could hear it, I could feel it. The mirror was useless. It didn't show everything."
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