R E F L E C T I O N.

༄The fear of reflection, I thought. looking back, I knew love was an nightmare. At seventeen, I began to realize who I really was. a girl who had many few dreams. dreams of love, reality, regrets, and my father who left me as a child. My father always treated me fairly, but he also treated me badly. always when I came home from school, I didnt see him anywhere. I would always be home alone, nothing to do, just sit around and do nothing. The amount of disbelief, lies, and broken love, always stuck in me. Seeing my mother's smile made those disbeliefs gone. but, I would never see my mother again. I would sit in my room, looking over the city from my apartment I would say. My reflections never left me since day 1. "reflections shouldn't affect your life, sweetheart." My mother would say. but, reflections did affect my life. and she was wrong about everything.

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