And thus to the mirror, spake the navel,
Speculating in her safe haven...
Mirror, mirror, on the wall,
Who's the happiest of 'em all?
The one who lied,
Or the one who cried,
Or does pretending beget a fall?
With half the heart, all body, no soul,
She strained her way through strife.
With all the heart, sealing the hole,
She embraced the beauty of life.
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:) Was perusing through your blog and ah I see something familiar :)
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