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When I look in the mirror I see a ghost. The ghost is me.
I'm pale and white, and as I look more closely I have no colour in my cheeks.
My eyes are open, but the soul they guard looks empty.
Not a single expression can made forced onto my face.
I am lifeless.
I am scared as hell.
I don't want this to be the end of the body that I'm praying for.
It leaves me empty, with little hope.
When I look in the mirror I am a ghost.

The End.