Aging Poem by Moonchild Diva

Aging



I don't like to look in mirrors
anymore.
She looks back at me,
she isn't me,
who is she
anyway?
When I dream at night
I'm always young.
It's confusing during the day,
but
so far,
I always wake up.

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