Mirror,Mirror, on the wall,
I just want to be thin,pretty and tall
Mirror,Mirror, if I change my hair,
Maybe someone will start to care?😶
Mirror,Mirror, if I starve myself,
Atleast I’ll be beautiful,forget my health,
Mirror,Mirror, If I cut my wrist,
Will it feel like I exist?
Mirror,Mirror, Don’t you see?
What you show is ruining me!!!
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I mean there is a frustration feel in the post… Frustrated of being oneself.
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Yeah🤘
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I am sorry if I hurt you with the previous comment😅
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Nopes…I m totally fine☺
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😊😊😊 These feels come. Came to me during my difficult times.
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I love this poem🖤🖤
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Tysm
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You’re welcome 🖤
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Dear self, only if you could see beyond the reflection in the mirror through the eyes and embrace the beauty and power in your soul.
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Reblogged this on Alessandria today.
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That’s a nice poem and very relevant these days it seems. Thanks for sharing.
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😄😄
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