"I cannot see myself. The mirror is blackened and dark, my
vision clouded and
blurred.
Sure, I could clean the mirror. I could rub my eyes, and maybe the soot would wash out.
Maybe I would be able to see myself. But...why would I want to? Why would I want to see
the man I have become? The bored, stoic expression on my face. The rigidity of my posture,
indicating stress and nervousness. The white-knuckled grip of my fists, clenched tightly so as
keep the rage at bay. The dull, life-less eyes staring back. Those damned eyes. I hate them.
Once I see them, I won't be able to unsee them. I'd have to remove them, and still, I'd see them.
So no, I will not clean the mirror. I will not rub the soot from my eyes. I cannot see myself. It is
Sure, I could clean the mirror. I could rub my eyes, and maybe the soot would wash out.
Maybe I would be able to see myself. But...why would I want to? Why would I want to see
the man I have become? The bored, stoic expression on my face. The rigidity of my posture,
indicating stress and nervousness. The white-knuckled grip of my fists, clenched tightly so as
keep the rage at bay. The dull, life-less eyes staring back. Those damned eyes. I hate them.
Once I see them, I won't be able to unsee them. I'd have to remove them, and still, I'd see them.
So no, I will not clean the mirror. I will not rub the soot from my eyes. I cannot see myself. It is
better
that way."
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