My face is not my own. It’s very odd, to look in the mirror and see someone else.
My name is not my own. It’s quite comforting, to hear another in its stead.
Tag: discovering myself
Tag: discovering myself
My face is not my own. It’s very odd, to look in the mirror and see someone else.
My name is not my own. It’s quite comforting, to hear another in its stead.