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The Price I Pay
My flawless face greets the masses proceeding down the boulevard. In pixelated form, I sing the praises of the one whose daily address they slaver to hear, repeating promises he’ll never keep. He’s played the same clip fifteen years, ever since I dared speak truth. It’s part of his punishment, to see myself so beautiful and stupid.
When his smooth voice fills their itching ears, his minion turns me to the mirror, to the bruised, emaciated, broken creature in chains.
Every story has a beginning, middle, end. Not mine. Mine’s one continuous loop – lies and truth, glory and desolation. Lies…
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