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Mar 2021
I no longer recognize my own reflection in the mirror,
the me from before is gradually fading.
I am afraid of disappearing,
that my memory will be forgotten and buried in the past.
I'm lost but never found,
I lost myself crying over the past.
This is my silent punishment...
Written by
Nathalie Hill  19/F/Canada
(19/F/Canada)   
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