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Jun 2018
What is life, but a reflection of our innermost desires.
What do you see in that mirror?
Sometimes my mirror becomes foggy,
and I can't see anything.
Sometimes I don't like what I see.
Sometimes I wish I saw what you see.
But then I remember,
we ascribe our own meanings to life.
And I want to choose to be me.
D Baby Bey
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D Baby Bey  26/M/U.S.A
(26/M/U.S.A)   
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