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People struggle to accept who they really are and wish to change |
| What do I see through broken glass? The girl in the mirror unknown, Apart from a name. Vanity. Fine, draping waves of honey Dreaming of fullness and darkness... Like all the others. Round-rosey, soft apple cheeks Dying for cleanliness, unspoiled... Like all the others. Who is that I see, Being robbed by vanity? Like all the others. |