Mirror

December 22, 2021

My reflection, I see now before me.

Looking into my own eyes, and my reflection does the same.

I see all my mistakes. Like memories in front of me.

I only notice the bad things about me, the bad things in life.

But slowly I rose from my nightmare tonight.

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