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Jun 2019
And she looks at the mirror
staring straight into her iridescent eyes,
where she used to find solace in
but never found one, instead
a glimpse of self depreciation is evident,
she almost throw up.
And she finally realized, there are still battle wounds that she's not ready to show the world.
haysia
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haysia  25/F/Anywhere but here
(25/F/Anywhere but here)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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