I could shed a tear it would be so easy to do But first I would have to remember how to cry... Looking at myself through a crack rear view mirror at the girl I once was the woman I now am realising how much I still feel like that girl deep down inside.... Confidence like sand I reach for a handful but slowly it slips through my fingers Falling in neat little piles at my feet.... Hands empty eyes staring through fingers that once held me. That cracked rear view mirror showing fractures I thought I had healed and yet through the cracks I see those old tired fragments of the same old tired pain maybe if I let it go I can mourn the girl I once was and learn to love the woman I am.Birth sign: Scorpio
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