By Damien Knight
Every day is a mental struggle. When I look in the mirror I try to look at my face but I still can’t all I see is my chest. I hate it. I remember I use to scream at my mirror. Once I tried to block the mirror with a towel so I wouldn’t have to see it. It fell off. I hope the day will come that I can look in the mirror and see me.
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