In the middle of the night...I look into the mirror and I flinch at my revolting look. I bury my face in the crook of my own neck ashamed to look at the broken shattered pieces which was not the mirror but me. I have to fix myself, I have to ponder upon the thoughts of what I would have become if I didn't loose hope...if I didn't loose it all
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In the middle of the night.
PoetrySilent cries of a young woman about her dreams, love life and aspirations until she finally had a chance of happiness.
