Your Story, My Way


I wonder who is this
I see in my mirror without a miss
She looks different now
And not like me anyhow
Her eyes are filled with sorrow
Heart shows something hollow
I wonder my reflection
Is why so empty of affection.
Maybe the winter is there
Or the people are not fair
Even though I’m happy
She seems so unhappy


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