A formidable enemy stares at me from the depths of this mirror. I don't like her eyes, or the sly smile she wears, but I keep coming back, and she drinks it up like it's going out of style.
There is something attractive to her in my brokenness, something alluring in my emptiness, and she knows just how to draw me back into the Temple of Shame. She is the femme in me, and she is a royal pain.
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