dear reflection,
Its a little late isn't it. I look at you and pretty what you see is what you see, the disconfigured placement of my eyes and my wrinkly nose. Hmm sometimes I look at myself and hate it, for being the selfish person I am. At times it becomes so hard to find comfort and happiness in what I am doing. But I guess I've grown a little and learnt more and more. Yet I feel small, and naive still. I wouldn't want to grow up yet.
x.
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