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My mirror is cracked my dignity broken, shattered. Into millions of little pieces "Am I beautiful?" I ask in curiosity I ask in doubt I ask. Desperate. I wear a mask it covers my desperate it covers my doubt it covers my. Ugly. The water falls my face is old, rugged. I paint it brand new dusk is here I wipe away the remnants I am like a tree; natural, tall, free yet I am like a fledgling; scared, venerable, weak day's out and I. Can. Breathe.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
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My mirror is cracked my dignity broken, shattered. Into millions of little pieces "Am I beautiful?" I ask in curiosity I ask in doubt I ask. Desperate. I wear a mask it covers my desperate it covers my doubt it covers my. Ugly. The water falls my face is old, rugged. I paint it brand new dusk is here I wipe away the remnants I am like a tree; natural, tall, free yet I am like a fledgling; scared, venerable, weak day's out and I. Can. Breathe.
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Jan 28, 2017
Jan 28, 2017 at 6:32 AM UTC
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