There would be times where she would question herself. She would gaze into a mirror and see herself too, but at the same time she would see a complete stranger. A stranger who was a spitting image of her, but was nothing like her. Though because of this a question arose "Who Am I?" She would say. A nobody she was a nobody in hopes of being somebody, or so she was told. In the end she was a nobody who was working hard to be a somebody, because she will. Not as a stranger but as herself. So when she looks into a mirror she now sees the most amazing thing, herself.
~ B.W.
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Timeless Voices and Thoughts in my Head
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