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My Reflection


Every part of my body wasn't enough for me. I want to change my eyes ,my skin, my hair, my height. Everything about me , wasn't enough for me. Only the reflection that came from my body is Complete Perfection! Her laugh wraps my heart with love I have never felt before. Her voice rings in my mind Reminding me that in life there is so much more. Her tiny hands holds so much power. she doesn't know it. She doesn't know that with those tiny hands There's discovery , healing , love, strength, elegance, intelligence... Those tiny hands became my guide pulling me from the edge. Because I'm the guide for those hands. The top of her head to the bottom of her feet is so much perfection. Is so much of me. In her eyes I see admiration I see my perfection Everything about me is perfection I know, because she's my reflection.
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