Mirror, mirror

The ghastly, pallid figure inhabiting the glass before me, its chest mimicking the rise and fall off my own, isn’t me. It can’t be. I’m big. I’m strong. Or at least, I thought I was. I need to eat more food and get more sleep. Life is wearing me down, right now.

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