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Feb 18
Vanity
           wooden stand, oval mirror,
reflecting all my inner fears.

Vanity
hours spent
                     primp and preen
endless pursuit of nonexistent perfection.

Vanity
a life
        blown by the wind
chasing shadows of supposed happiness

Life, without purpose
                                      Vanity.
Lorrin
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Lorrin  21/F
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