in New York
It used to be different.
Not just the same sounds, same movements, the same face.
Everything was different.
But now, we look for another in our reflections.
The hardest thing in the world is to know who you truly are.
We look for her face, his face.
We look for her clothes, his clothes.
We look for her life, his life.
What about mine?
What about yours?
Truly, we are beautiful enough.
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