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On the other side of the looking glass....

Delicate. A precious object to care for, hold dear and protect. How many have I fooled with my looks alone? My desires are a threat to man, but my beast is the tool in which I carry it all out.

From far away, I am perfection. Sweet and caring. The girl next door, who you would gladly follow into the night. Step closer and see a reflection of that girl, but nothing more. The other side of the looking glass is twisted, dark and dangerous. I am the other side.

That I can delight in pain so much, seems to frighten most people. I bathe in roses to remind myself how much better I am. How much stronger. Let the thorns prick my skin, for I will come out on top, ready for the world.