Mirror
She was weak
She was damaged
She was nothing but a blur.
She seemed to be hidden
Hidden from the rest of the world, her enemy
Her envy.
She was weak
She was damaged
She was nothing but a blur.
She fought to be heard
She fought to be felt
She fought to be seen.
It was all she knew.
Until
Until, the truth was reveled.
She was woken
She was free
She was reborn.
The world was blind, no understanding
No meaning
No wisdom.
She was healed
She was held
She was heard.
She was I.
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