I looked in the mirror and found out that I was looking to a faceless woman. Did I become like this because I forgot who am I? Or because I am really a nobody? Did I forget who I am because I was busy looking after who you should be?
I’ve been bugged by these questions. Will I actually know who I am if I let you go? What will I do now? Is self time and importance a must?
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