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Submitted to Contest #238
The lake was deep and it only got deeper as you looked. You could see the reflection of your own eyes and would stare until you saw your own mother's eyes. And that sight alone was too much for me. Too much for who I am. I can be a smoker instead. Much simpler. I can dedicate my life to giving up on something and no one would bat an eye. Much easier if you ask me. I stare into the visions and glimmer of my lit up cigarette reflecting on the blue wet glass. I am not ready to go back to the funeral. And even if I was, I would...
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