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It’s as though something is always watching me. Their eyes feel like they’re inside me, invading every thought I’ve ever had. A smile that’s not a smile, stretching across a face I cannot escape. I can’t move, can’t scream. I am just here, staring at the blackness behind me, where nothing is real except for the grin. How did I get here, and how do I leave? The more I look, the more I understand—it’s not just a reflection, it’s something worse. It's always been there, waiting for me to realize.
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