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Nov 2014
Everywhere I turn, another face, another judgemental thought.
Everytime I look at myself, I dont regonice my face, it could be anyone.
Because everyone expect something from me, that in the end, I dot know what I exepct of my self.
Thoughts like Who am I are very common too me.
My mirror show me a strange person, an empty soul with a confused heart.
Luna Montez
Written by
Luna Montez  Norway
(Norway)   
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     Creep, --- and Mark Parker
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