“When I look at the mirror,
I see not my reflection.
Or maybe it’s because I close my eyes right before
stepping forward to meet myself like it’s my first time seeing her.
There are just times that I can’t seem to accept the fact
that I will live in her body until I give it back to whoever owns it.
And that, I need to suffer because of her ugliness
throughout my remaining days.”
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PoetrySometimes, when things seem to fall down, and when we can't see anyone around to help us pick the fallen pieces up, we tend to do it by ourselves in silence. But I don't want for us to stay living with that mindset, because I still believe that help...
