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Nov 16
When I look into the mirror
I see a stranger that wears my skin
While the ghost of my past
Haunts the corridors of my mind
Reminding me of who I once was
They say people don’t change
So I stand wary of the reflection
That stares back at me
Afraid of the darkness
That I know lives inside
I want my freedom
But everything comes with a price
And I’m not sure I can afford
The cost of mine
Bekah
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Bekah  25/F/Virgina
(25/F/Virgina)   
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   Imran Islam
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