When I see myself in the mirror, I feel something incomplete. Is it the eyeliner I wore or the messy hair? Nothing! It’s my eyes. Deep inside there’s something hidden which I know what it is, yet cannot discover completely. That’s something I feel incomplete.  A crazy confusion, from a million of emotions I go through, which one is real and which one is fake.

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I’m standing in front of my mirror. Going through every inch of my body; I’m fat which doesn’t even bothers me. I see scars which I didn’t even realized I had on my face; the pain has gone. Everything is perfect.  Yet, why am I suffering? Suffocating?

I took a paper scribbled all the random words that came to my mind. No thinking, no taking time just random words.

Going through all these words, I felt all the emotions I have been through in my entire life.

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I wrote more words, more and more and more and I ended up in a two and half pages story; the story of my life.

Now again when I see myself in the mirror, I feel determined. I feel much better, I feel light; I feel complete.

It’s true

 ‘There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.’ – Maya Angelou 

 I’m going to write down my story. Let me begin, but never end.

~UmA~

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