BRYANT AQUINO

Lost, lost forever in his own reflection. Never knowing where to go or what to do. Never feeling sufficient in his work. As he wonders along planes and planes of nothing, there is only his own reflection and emptiness-- he thinks about how he is nothing and will never be anything in his dark, dismal world. Thinking only about the despair and the absence as he follows the path of himself that is just three steps ahead. Feeling lost and forgotten he wants to give up, he wants to quit. He continues to be pulled into darker, deeper space; yet he doesn't have a clue where to go.

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His reflection is in my mirror.

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