I'm petrified of looking at mirrors because every time I catch a glimpse of myself, I see the other side of me that's not worthy of being loved nor wanted. What an ugly side it is.
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PoetryWords may be the best medicine. But they can also do more harm than good. Here's a spontaneous collection of words, vignette's, short stories and poetry combined into a timeless and relevant output that not only comes from experience but also from t...
the reflection| the other realm
I'm petrified of looking at mirrors because every time I catch a glimpse of myself, I see the other side of me that's not worthy of being loved nor wanted. What an ugly side it is.
