I looked at myself in the mirror
And saw all my scars on my face.
A wrinkled dress left on the table,
A thought: this life is not my place.
Your tender light bangle — I wear it,
I hear every word that you said.
You kill me — in body and language.
I take it. I’m locked in this gate.
A minute to rest, to be lazy,
I feel that you’re waiting for me.
I look at myself — I am crazy,
And happy. We’re young. Not free.
@yepifanova__
Little girl s mirror
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