Mirror
She looked at herself in the mirror and what she seen and what she felt were two different things. She was conflicted with herself. What she saw was her reflection, not sure what it was that she was reflecting. Her emotions took over and a tear rolled down her cheek. She instantly felt weak. Her image in the mirror was not what she hoped to see. The longer she stared the more distraught the reflection came to be.
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I believe that god has a plan for me and is going to use me to do wonderful things and be a huge blessing in someones life. my life goal is to make an positive impact on others and to be happy The Mind Is A Beautiful Thing- me
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