A Reflection of Who I Am

September 28, 2018

I laugh,

I cry,

You see it all.

No filters.

No editing.

All real.

Nothing hidden.

No judgment

For the flaws

and imperfections.

I can be

me.

I can love

myself,

through you.

Mirror mirror on the wall,

I thank you for showing me my truest form of them all.

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