Here it comes again.
That feeling.
The feeling of drowning.
The feeling of tears trying to escape.
You try not to let them.
But here they come.
Running down your face.
Each one holds a story.
Only some know that story.
And they stand by watching.
Feeling helpless.

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The girl in the mirror
PoetryWhat does this one girl see when she looks in the mirror? How does everyone else see her? *Trigger warning* -This book has chapters that might be triggering to some people. *Please if you are going through a hard time please seek help. It does get...