Chapter Three: Scars and Mirrors
We had from the mirrors, they show ours scars, and hear us. The reflection that we want to be; the people we are. I need to comfort my reflection and smash what I see, and restart, because a Mirrors cannot see my heart.
Though it is so hard because I feel as though I cannot remove my scars or rewrite the past that haunts me. I wish I felt as though I had someone who is there for me to hold me and never let go to tell me it be okay.
But would I listen!? No why not you must ask?
Because my one friend told me that she keeps attracting people who are struggling to figure out themselves out or fully expressing their uniqueness. All of them are weird, she once told me, she loves it but it frustrates her sometimes but she still loves it. I asked her why it frustrates her , she went ahead and told me, because sometimes the fruit of their suffering ends up being thrown at her, just as she has thrown hers at other people such as myself.
Though it is so hard because I feel as though I cannot remove my scars or rewrite the past that haunts me. I wish I felt as though I had someone who is there for me to hold me and never let go to tell me it be okay.
But would I listen!? No why not you must ask?
Because my one friend told me that she keeps attracting people who are struggling to figure out themselves out or fully expressing their uniqueness. All of them are weird, she once told me, she loves it but it frustrates her sometimes but she still loves it. I asked her why it frustrates her , she went ahead and told me, because sometimes the fruit of their suffering ends up being thrown at her, just as she has thrown hers at other people such as myself.
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