I looked at myself in the mirror to see how pretty i looked.

I would look at my smile and see how my eyes wrinkled.

I would laugh with my sister and play with her.







But now, i look at myself in the mirror to see how many cuts i have.

How much hate i contained in my eyes.

How much pain i felt.

How much tears that left my eyes.

How much it hurt to see how i turned out.


But i didnt have a single regret.

I felt the pain.

And i wanted to make them feel it as well.

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