Part 2: Where is that girl?
Sometimes I look at photos of my old self and wonder
"where is that girl gone?"
that life, that vigour, that confidence, that beauty.
I sit picking at my scars and counting blemishes,
wasting away in my pyjamas and under unkempt hair,
and the hours fly by so quickly as day turns into night.
"Where is that girl? Was I really there at all?"
Self Portrait 2.
Part 2 of a 5 piece photo-set, accompanied by short texts.
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