Sometimes she looks into the mirror.
And all she wants to do is smash it.
Smearing her reflection with bloodied hands.
Until all that's left is an unrecognizable mess.

Hmm. It's August is closing up soon.
I'm not happy about the approaching date.
I wanted to have a getaway of my own.
Can I last minute run overseas somewhere?
I'm sorry. I know I am funny.
I suddenly want to disappear on that day.

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