DEEPLY PRESSEDI have been depressed.
Deeply pressed. So pressed that I couldn’t see who was the one that was pressing me. One day in my bedroom I turned on the light, and that’s when I saw it. What a scary sight! It looked just like... oh no, it can’t be! Human hair, nose, eyes, and... it was looking at me! I picked up a hammer and hit it, it was weird. It made the strangest sound and then... it disappeared. Since then I’ve been happy, but now and then I step on a piece of broken glass from the mirror by my bed. LILIANA KOHANN ©Artpeace 2002 |
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