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In the reflections of the glass, I behold the same image
the same skins cover my being.
At times I wish, in moments of weakness, to shed them—
to cast aside my disgusts, the thorns, the pains, and unleash the beast.
In the abomination I have become, my chrysalis has fled,
and even with all that my new form implies, I feel no pain.
The worst hells await me; judged, they brand me a sinner.
Against all temperance, I bear the weight of difference—an infinite punishment.
I conclude my stay with longing, anticipating eternal solace.
Soon I shall be with them, the true creators, my likeness.
There are no fears, no afflictions, nothing left to regret,
for they are part of me, as I live for them.