There is that moment when you resign
To look into the rabbit hole.
When you question if it's worth it.
All is good you tell yourself.
I am well.
Then you tip into the hole.
Memories swirl around you
with the click of a mouse.
Cannot be undone.
Was it worth looking into the glass?
Did you find the answer.
How little do you know.
I live with scars on unmarked skin.
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