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His face is god-awful. Nothing I can do can change that. Everything I try fails.

He has a contorted, twisted face, a nose directly above his tongueless mouth, and a pair of blank, ominous eyes. His skin is pale, his hair is black and to his knees. His arms and legs are toothpicks, which people pick their teeth with.

It makes me sick that I can't do anything about that small, helpless being.

It's disgusting, and I can bear no longer to stare at it.

With a feeling of regret, I turn away from the mirror.