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What I see in the Mirror

Every morning I stand in front of the bathroom mirror, witness to the decay of my body as time has gained an equal measure of revenge on me. I want to turn away as I wonder how another huge wrinkle could appear on my sagging *** cheeks while I slept? I know it wasn’t there last night. There is something inherently unfair about this turn of events. When I look at myself I see the wrinkles extend from cheek to cheek, almost around to my side. I am beginning to think my *** looks more like a section of the great Marianas Trench in the Pacific Ocean; deep and wide. Both parcels of the trench seem to be collapsing in on the other and not just in a minor way. We are talking about a major Teutonic shift as my *** cheeks slowly press together and not in an uplifting manner. It is not a very pretty sight when I am naked in front of the bathroom mirror and look down at the shifting landscape that are my *** cheeks. Even more frightening than my *** cheeks collapse is that my waist has become an expanding volcano with an uncontrolled pyroclastic flow. It doesn’t matter how I position myself in the mirror or what time of day it might be, I can now see the simultaneous collapse of my *** and explosion of my waist; is it possible that opposites attract? I have come to the conclusion I have no control over this unexpected turn of events. I am resigned to the inevitable outcome that is going to occur. But, the good news is that I still have all my hair while the rest of my body collapses into nothing more than a faded memory and not a very good one.

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