My mirror is broken, or at least it seems to be,
for today I discovered an old man staring back at me.
The face I recognized,
But he had hair of gray, and there were wrinkles around the eyes.
I waved. I rubbed the mirror with my sleeve.
No matter what I tried, he simply wouldn't leave.
This can't be me, I thought. I am much more svelte.
Just look at the way the belly hangs over his belt!
I also thought it was very queer.
The hair stopped growing atop his head and was growing out of each ear!
Who was this imposter, and what is he doing there,
this man of age with silver in his hair?
Why is my mirror doing this to me?
Having this old man staring back at me?
We knew love had no space.
No choice, but to force it into
tight space. We handle
I am worthy. There is nothing
that can or will happen today that
could convince m
You've been with me through rough and tough
Thick and thin, until the very end
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I am fighting a battle of loneliness and disrespect
My pain with relations has reached it
My heart literally hurts.
My chest is in pain.
Life without you
Will neve
I wish there were words to express how I feel,
But no words I see will do.
No wor
Don't live in anger, with fear and regrets.
Seek forgiveness and lay your pain to rest.
I am someone who gives all she has every time.
I am someone who talks twice as much as sh
The happiest day of my life
Was when I first laid eyes on you
For you were like a
Before I became strong, I knew what it was like
To be weak,
How difficult it is t
