Jun 2020
“What about me?”
I asked.
My whisper echoed
Against the glass.
The reflection
Whispered back,
“Never enough”.
I asked.
My whisper echoed
Against the glass.
The reflection
Whispered back,
“Never enough”.
I am my own worst enemy.
(19/F/Undisclosed)
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