And through the memorizing glass of the mirror
Laid an alternate existence
Where everything was different
Everything was the opposite actually
Where her sorrow turned into happiness
And where her broken soul was mended back together
And the only way to get to the happiness that lied within the mirror
She would have to look past her appearance
Past her hatred
Past herself
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Flowers Under My Skin
PoetryA series of original short poems written through my perspective.
