Everything she could see in that piece of glass was a monster. Swollen eyes, tears falling down and a distorted image of herself. She thinks that the person she sees in the mirror is her, but it's fake. She's beautiful like a rose, full of life and color. But she never could see it with her own eyes, and not even believed when someone described her with words like pretty. She've always thought she was the Beast and not the Beauty, and that there wasn't any person who could love her.
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SonstigesPalabras jamás dichas, sueños robados, recuerdos que aún duelen y fantasías de mi mente que no serán vistas por nadie pero son publicadas para sacarme el dolor del pecho.
