LJ Idol Exhibit A | week 8 | 1700 words
Other side of the glass
When I see myself in the mirror, I never look as bad as I feel. But I put up a good front—you have to, if you want to survive. The first sign of weakness will get you shredded like a rabbit in a cage of coyotes.
Sometimes I am the coyote. I think that's even worse.
I've heard people say it used to be better than this, but how would they know? It's all talk. Everything's so broken-down and destroyed, you'd have to go back centuries to find a decent "before." Nobody's seen it or lived it, so you can't tell me it's real. It'd be like splitting the atom or traveling to the moon—ridiculous. Can't be done.
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