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Reflections


    The empty I feel in me compared to the pain you have. It's nothing, nothing... But to me, for me it's everything. Judging each other, judging ourselves. Skinny, Fat, Stupid, Dumb. These words are just so wrong. It's hard to belive but to not see the individuality and the beauty of it all. Look at what true love sees a change in our reality. To see deeper, to see inside. That would make my dream come alive.       

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