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Look , no really look ...Stare , I stand arms at my waist and my eyes fixated on my reflection...Stare yes I stare at myself , No not conceited but

hoping , yes hoping that I've changed ...Hoping that the longer I stare at my beady eyes , short black hair , and oily skin , I might look a little different ...

maybe a little better...Tears , I cry so many of them ...Reasons , where do I start... Depression , isolation , Stress ...Reasons , no you don't want reasons ...

Breathless , ughhh I'm lost for words , air I have plenty of it ...Speak yes who doesn't , Words , so many of them , sentences interrupted by stuttering , stories

interpreted by people ...Personality , mines different ...its always changing randomly ...Look yes at me , who would ever look ...Stare , but try not to laugh

at my beady eyes , short black hair , and oily skin , you hope that by continuing to stare that I might actually look different , sorry but I'm still the same , hope

yes I hope that I could change... Read yes reading is my passion ...Write yes , if not then what other way could I not stutter or be interrupted by people ...

Reason y I write , Depression , isolation , Stress ...no you don't want reasons ...Read just read , read every word, listen just listen to every word , Look don't

stare , the mirror won't break ...Conceited no not conceited just hoping