Dear Beautiful,
I missed seeing you in the mirror,
I missed Me.
I'm not scared of you anymore.
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Where the sky turns grey (poems)
PoetryEverything that's in me. For all the light drowning in darkness. A variety of poems. Covers not mine but I love it.
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Dear Beautiful,
I missed seeing you in the mirror,
I missed Me.
I'm not scared of you anymore.