Then when you think you can't stand another minute- you write.
You write about THAT place. You write about THOSE feelings.
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I stare into my eyes - all blemishes and flaws melt away.
What remains is foreign. I don't recognize her.
There is only Potential staring back - timid and scared.

This is called Ramona by Cassandra Christensen-Barney, one of my favorite artists. I went to a lecture of hers. She inspired me.
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