I don’t know when did this start
that i long my old self:
the cheerful and optimistic;
the kind and always eager;
the girl who knows what she wants;
the girl who knows how to write;
because every time I stare at the mirror
all I can see is a failure.
Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 11:28 AM UTC
I don’t know when did this start
that i long my old self:
the cheerful and optimistic;
the kind and always eager;
the girl who knows what she wants;
the girl who knows how to write;
because every time I stare at the mirror
all I can see is a failure.
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