Mirror
Each night I take it off, the mascara and concealer-
And stand before the mirror, realizing
I never needed makeup to be beautiful.
Each morning I look again
And forget.
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HannahEK
I am a 22 year old college student in love with languages, culture, music and people. My favorite place in the world is Japan (I interned at Osaka University), and traveling abroad made me realize how important it is to put other people first. I love helping people find a space in the world to call their own, and helping others communicate and better understand each-other.
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