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Nov 23
staring at my broken mirror, i beg the person in front of me to come back home to myself again, to remember who i was before it all: before i learned to put makeup on my face, before i knew what it felt like to be heartbroken, before i carried all this anger, before i lost all my hope, and before i changed who i was. to learn to love myself again before i started wishing someone else would.
the next time i fall in love, i want it to be myself. and if i fail, i'll do it again, and again, and again.
scarmaya nicole
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scarmaya nicole  18/F
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