The world looks so different from here. But what separates me from it is still a haze… I’m not sure if what I think or infer is right.

The people who hurt me are floating around, showing me unknown aspects of their existence … unknown to me that is… altering my view totally. Is revenge needed?

And that inverted mirror lying there… The mercury is partially scraped off. Who resides there? What is real and what’s not?

Does it make sense to revisit the place?

My intelligence and judgment seem to have left me, just like my body. I’m lost.

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