“You’re gorgeous!” I told her.
“I don’t believe you.” She replied.
“You’re smart, pretty, and loved!”
“I am not. I am none of those things,”
I whispered, “You are perfect for you are me.” She took her life and mine too. I was her reflection, in the mirror that convinced her she wasn’t good enough.
this is a very strong piece. I respect you a lot
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