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I became obsessive.
Days turned into weeks as I cleaned carpets and bleached bedding.
I scrubbed so fucking hard, the blood I cleaned up was replaced with my own, proving that I was the same as them.
I bled red. Same as them.
I was tainted. Same as them.
And when I looked in a mirror, all I saw was them.
A man intent on hurting others.
A man who had hurt others.
So I smashed those mirrors for telling lies. I rained shards all over the floor for showing the truth.
The truth that I was a man alone.
Alone because he deserved to be alone.