Maybe.
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1 min readAug 8, 2014
— Maybe if I smile
I can be pretty enough.
I glance up at the mirror with eyes hungry for beauty.
— They are starved.
This land inside the mirror is desolate and cruel.
— I look for an oasis, but it’s all an illusion.
And my eyes peer down at your picture
— eyes light up with your smile, lips a dark rose red
——cheekbones so perfectly prominent.
I look up to the blur of tears, my reflection gone,
— clouded, probably for the better.
Maybe if I was pretty enough,
I could be happy.
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