I was so sure
In my knowledge of myself
That for years i didn’t
Even bother looking at me
And now, I look into the mirror
I see a stranger staring back
I don’t know her
I don’t know when she
Came to be
I just know one thing
I don’t like her.
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This unique world is filled with unique people and I am one of them. Writing is my way of taking out my emotions and being emotionally stable. It has really helped lessen my depression and gloom. Thus I write and write and feel content.
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