I stand before my own reflection, this overwhelming state of mind.
A scent of sweat, rising, as I aroused depict;
This creation that is I.
With bloodshot eyes, a glimpse of what I used to be;
A reference. My stomach turns in disgust.
I was born in deceit, a realization present, though untold.
Before me lies the remains, shattered.
As these maggots crawl along my veins, oh, I embrace my arousment;
My pupils expand and burst.
Armed to the core, with chills and a yellowish eye growing from ny neck.
I belong, no longer to the race of which I've sworn to loathe.
Increasingly aroused, in fear, and gathered curiousity I observe the reflection;
Rays of unseen black, floating into sight, leaving me blind.
In total awareness, a scent, in command of my every twitch; I am alive.
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