I told my phone to die, let the tears seep into my laptop, locked all the doors and only invited sunshine in my room. It was the only way I could look in the mirror. The only way I could hear the plea of my soul and taste the freedom on my tongue. Now I can recognize myself in my eyes and remember the innocence in my hands. The world around me begins to crumble and I become the sole voice in my head. I am grateful that it is my reflection, I could never regret…
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