About Face

Posted: October 24, 2014 in Uncategorized

After thirty years of hard living the mirror was not very kind to me anymore. Some days I woke up and the face looking back at me had no eyes. Those were the good days, because I could not actually see anything. Other days I woke up and had no mouth. Those days were worse, because I couldn’t scream for help.

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