Cracked Mirrors

I love that I weigh more, that I am—as they say—’chubby’. I love myself when I look in the mirror because I weigh more. It is purely a part of my personal space that how I choose to perceive myself. 

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Lost

I am lost in your thoughts. I keep thinking of you 24*7, though not on purpose. Do I love you? I don’t know. Do I want a future with you? Certainly. Will I be ready to fight for you and keep you in my life forever? Yes, but I genuinely wish that you don’t put me in that position, that you never question my loyalty in such a fashion.

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Mirror

You were my mirror. You reflected your flaws on mine, because I was your mirror too. But my mirror showed to me a personality of perseverance, strength, courage. You got excited as it was opposed to what you thought it was, so you changed the mirrors to see, but you felt deceived as you could still only refract hopelessness from it. Should I spill the beans now?

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