The allegations pile on. You've already sold yourself short, she says. Look at yourself now, what have you accomplished. You spend your petty days daydreaming about success and fame. Where have you gone? Nowhere. Are you even happy? She's staring at me with slanted eyes, glaring as if she's seen my future.
The mirror talks back with an unfriendly sneer. I should stop looking.
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