The Selfie

As screams from my reality awaken me into the nightmares of my childhood.
I am forced to come face to face with the truest shades of myself.
And as I thread through the endless maze of tinted mirrors,
I am consumed and molded, only to be torn apart by all of my deepest most intimate fears.
I have never been more at chaos from sailing through the turbulence of my own motions.

Yet, I have never been more at peace.

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