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A familiar feeling – looking in the mirror, wishing that one didn’t see what they did. Sometimes the things seen can be fixed. Sometimes, no matter how much fixing, the reflection will never be quite right. Sometimes, the mistakes will be endlessly painful – until you become afraid to even look at the mirror at all – Knowing that, the next moment, you’ll feel nauseated by your own visage-
Until all that remains is a ghost that you try to ignore: a silhouette.
Once upon a time, there was a silhouette.
One day, the silhouette woke up as a girl.
Blink, and you’ll miss the moment it happens.
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