Vulgar Reflection

I hate waking up and seeing your face.

The way you look fills me with disgust.

You're an awful person; why do people seem to like you?

I hate seeing you smile.

Seeing your happiness pains me.

You are repulsive.

Maybe I should stop looking, you say?

In order to do that I'd have to throw the mirror away.

The End

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