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when I look in the mirror I shift and change in front of my eyes becoming someone I never thought possible I look at my reflection and I wonder who formed the idea of what I should look like I’ve watched as I took… Continue Reading “I’m Tired of Hating My Body – A Poem”
If I close my eyes, I can see a forest made of glass. When I walk by the fragile trees, the glass acts like a mirror showing me pieces of myself preserved in time and kept like a library of memories and moments. I… Continue Reading “The Man with the Flappy Hand – A Poem”