It was my lover who told me that I'm beautiful and I should always wear my smile. Who assures me that I am pretty and other girls could not compare even if they try.
He who made me lift my chin up and whispered "you are enough".
Now I look in the mirror, my vision is a blur. Am I staring at the same person he met long ago? I am not quite sure.
Its not the same anymore. I can't look at myself the way I used to. The eyes that I once knew is know filled with shades of blue.
— evita. insecurities are my masks I wear everyday
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Dearest Reverie
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