House of Mirrors.
I got lost inside of my lies.
I decided to get lost in the illusion you see. 500 different mirrors, not one of them was me.
I pondered how that could be possible, but soon moved on. It was too much for me to carry. Later I would unhinge that key that was buried.
I really was traumatized by so many reflections. Some of me yet none of me at all.
Yes. They might have represented some version of myself. Some were quite heavenly. Others were from hell.
I guess everyone thought that I had gotten into a craze. They couldn’t figure out how I figured out that delusional maze.
“One should never go alone my dear,” said the Leader. Well they decided to leave busted up Kira here.
I made it out. You bet you I did. I am a fighter a survivor. What gives?
I find it great that they think I’m alright. In a maze of 500 mirrors do you think it’s really Kira I brought home tonight?
You must beware of the darkness of the night.
THE END.
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