I grade my life as I go, the beautiful one whose on the mirror. I see what lies within her eyes. But her minds is far from me . I wish to know what she feels, what she loves, and the beautiful voice she owns. But then... she's only my reflection.
Mirror me
3 years ago in Freewriters by hdprinter (55)
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Reflections are us, the innermost us can be expressed through our reflections