

Twilight: If It Were Me .05When I look myself in the mirror, I see the wrinkles, the lines of my age. I blink slowly and stare again and see how blue my eyes are, drowning in their sadness. I can see my white-blonde hair, thin and tired, curl around my face. My lips are taut and my cheeks hide the corners of my frown. I am old. I am sad, and weak, and gray. These things I know. I look again, my face leaning in closer. I am so lost But who am I? He whispers inaudible words on my neck and somehow I know he is the reason I am here, my spirit fighting against my weak body to exist. A chill runs through my body from cold pebbles moTwilight: If It Were Me .05
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A Smile A Day Keeps The Gloom Away!
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