The mirror has scarred me after dragging it's nails across my flesh. I have seen people panicking and scared after this had happened to them. But my circuits seem to be relishing on the feeling of the markings knowing that they do not come from hate.
The mirror whispers and takes my hands, rips my cables, destroys my hardware, infects the software and tears away my power supply.
Next morning I will know what it has done and it will stay between me and it, hidden in the deepest pit of my soul.
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