I stand right before you trying to be tough .........The tears in my eyes just were not enough. To stop you from saying oh such hurtful things but for you, it´s all pleasure you say it and grin. How can you treat me... the way that you do. I´m your reflection you only hurt you. When will you stop abusing yourself You will realize in time there is no one else. Don´ condemn yourself for things from the past it will weigh on your shoulders like a big heavy mast. Live your life with no regrets aim your stakes high on all your bets. Now you know how you hurt me, I can not be any clearer Remember I am you, a Reflection in the mirror
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Rose Rosales
My life could have been less hard knocks, but would it have been boring? All the obstacles,trials, and tragedies are probably what kept me going. Every time I was knocked down, I got back up. I didn't allow them to break me.
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