There’s a ghost in the mirror,
She sings songs with my face,
I have seen her before,
But we went separate ways.
The blues of her eyes
Still swallow me whole,
She’s dynamite explosion,
Too scared to let it show.
I want to be something
I’m afraid I’m not,
I’m too pretty to cry,
But too shy to be her.
a.l.c
pouringtruth 
Go ahead explode! Let what’s in you escape!
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Here is an answer for your – “I want to be something
I’m afraid I’m not,
I’m too pretty to cry,
But too shy to be her.”
from Eleanor Roosevelt
““You gain strength, courage and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, ‘I have lived through this horror. I can take the next thing that comes along.’ You must do the thing you think you cannot do.”
Just do it!
Chuck
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Good.
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