Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who has the ugliest soul of all?
Who has the most desperate thoughts?
And who would prefer to run,
Instead of facing the fall?
Silly, silly mirror-mirror on the wall,
Of course it's me,
Who else could it be?
“One gets so used to one's own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.” ― Diane Setterfield.
Wednesday, September 4, 2019
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