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Finishing Alone

The devil and angel on my opposing shoulders have departed.

Staring into a bathroom mirror, I wonder what went wrong.

Happiness. Satisfaction. Triumph.

Pain. Misery. Alone.

How did we get back here?

 

This bathroom mirror has dealt with us before.

It is not kind.

Spinning wild tales and half-truths,

It becomes nearly impossible to wipe away the lies.

Yet, you can’t help but wonder;

How did we get back here?

 

This life is a blur.

It escapes the room like air from the mouths of those locked in debate.

You can’t help but wonder;

Am I to do this alone?

The end may already be known to me.

 

Thanks for entering my world,

-Nathan