Look at me I will never pass for a perfect bride, or a perfect daughter. Can it be, I'm not ment to play this part?
Now I see that if I we're to truly be myself I would break my family's heart.
Who is that girl I see staring straight back at me? why is my reflection someone I don't know. Somehow I can not hide who I am.
Thought I've tried. When will my reflection show, who I am inside?
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Life Of The Dead
CasualeI wanted to start writing the little poems that are in my brain down so I will always have them I hope that you will like them as much as I do.
