I don’t recognise the person staring back at me
yes, we have the some similarities
I mean she has my eyes, nose and everything else
but I don’t know her
I don’t know how she feels.
Her eyes tell a story, different to mine
They talk about a pain, different to mine.
Her face has bumps that are quite different to mine.
That’s when I realised something, the girl looking back at me didn’t hide her pain like I did. She embraced it. She fought with all she had and she was not scared to show off her scars because she was proud of where she was coming from.
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