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maybe her reflection isn’t the one wherein she sees herself; maybe her reflection is just a collage of her experiences and not who she really is or what capability she possesses or maybe her reflection is all just words of those who has naught a belief to her; they penetrate to her overthinking mind adding to her doubtful existence and fueling her unworthiness further and maybe her self-worth needn’t to be improved because all she ever sees within her eyes is darkness.
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
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maybe her reflection isn’t the one wherein she sees herself; maybe her reflection is just a collage of her experiences and not who she really is or what capability she possesses or maybe her reflection is all just words of those who has naught a belief to her; they penetrate to her overthinking mind adding to her doubtful existence and fueling her unworthiness further and maybe her self-worth needn’t to be improved because all she ever sees within her eyes is darkness.
from my drafts no. 1
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Jun 14, 2017
Jun 14, 2017 at 12:23 AM UTC
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