i looked at myself in the mirror
somehow, the reflection is right
i touched what’s in front of me
i wounded myself; it’s broken
i touched what’s inside me
it’s not just a wound; i’m broken
and cannot be fixed.
i looked at myself in the mirror
somehow, the reflection is right
i touched what’s in front of me
i wounded myself; it’s broken
i touched what’s inside me
it’s not just a wound; i’m broken
and cannot be fixed.