I wonder what the mirror thinks when I stand in front of it picking at my imperfections
Wishing I was something that I clearly am not
I wonder if it would believe the same
Or would it pity me
For one day I will no longer be youthful and I will wish I look like what I do now but all I can see is everything that I am not
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The Light From The Moon
Poesíaa collection of poetry and 2 am thoughts that had to be moved to paper