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Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. I honestly can't tell you. I... I don't feel comfortable telling you. <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(10deg)">It still</span> eats at <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(-10deg)">me every</span> day, like a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(180deg)">cat</span> eating lasagna.
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<div style="width:110pt10em;height:110pt10em;float:right;rotate:90deg;">And yet it keeps trying to escape, clawing at the door of its cage. An animal enalaved that wants freedom.</div>
Something's wrong. Something's very wrong. I honestly can't tell you. I... I don't feel comfortable telling you. <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(10deg)">It still</span> eats at <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(-10deg)">me every</span> day, like a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(180deg)">cat</span> eating lasagna.
 
<div style="width:110pt;height:110pt;float:right;rotate:90deg;">And yet it keeps trying to escape, clawing at the door of its cage. An animal enalaved that wants freedom.</div>
 
It scares me, like <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(100%,300%);">a cat sprayed</span> with water. Afraid to become the meal of a bigger animal. Afraid that I'm out of the watchful gaze of Lucifer and now am stared upon by the malevolence of God.
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<div style="position:relative;left:0px;width:50%;transform:scale(-1,1);border-left:2px solid #4477bb"><div style="padding-left:1em">But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span>. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused memy suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.</div></div>
<div style="position:absolute;top:0px;right:0px;width:50%;border-left:2px solid #4477bb"><div style="padding-left:1em">But yet, I remain hopeful. My hope is that one day, I'll be able to see what truly is in the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span>. To face my fears once and for all. The Devil is by my side, and no angel will ever break that harmony. It's about time that I face what has been tormenting me. What has caused memy suffering. So I can let you know. To let everyone know.</div></div>
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Yet at the same time, I feel hopeless, like I'm at the bottom of the sea, chained down with brass chains with no hope to resurface. Like the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span> had taken my soul and shattered it like g<span style="display:inline-block;transform:translate(1pt,3pt);">l</span><span style="display:inline-block;transform:translate(0pt,-2pt);">a</span>s<span style="display:inline-block;transform:translate(-2pt,1pt);">s</span>. I still <span style="display:inline-block;transform:rotate(20deg);">fear</span> that I'll never be able to tell anyone what I must overcome. Especially you.
 
<div style="float:left;width:10em;height:10em;rotate:-90deg;padding-bottom:1em">It feels as if the world is inverting on me, like it's taunting me, almost. It's sick. I feel sick. Weak. Frail.</div><!-- 180 deg should be fine for non-square things -->
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Still, it cannot be overstated. I must step forward. I must face this. I can do it. It's not like it will kill me, right? My heart pounds with vigour like it's an engine ready to drive. My gaze steadies as I calm down. I step towards the <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(-1 ,1);">mirror</span>, ready to face this once and for all...
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... It's a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(1.25,1);">mother</span><span style="display:inline-block;transform:scale(1,2);">fucking</span> salmon in a <span style="display:inline-block;transform:skew(20deg,1deg);">fucking</span> top hat. This was the shit I was afraid of? I'm a fucking catgirl and I'm afraid of what's essentially tonight's dinner? I can't even fucking make this up.
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<div style="rotate:25deg;width:25em">I'm out. If you want to contact me, email at LilacDewsbury@gretelheart.com<ref group="notes">Not a real E-mail</ref>. I'm fucking out. Good day.</div>
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