The mirror shows a stranger’s face, Lost in a past, a borrowed space. But now I look with clearer eyes, And see the truth that underlies. The colors bloom, the music plays, Through forgotten, sunlit days. This is me, my soul unfurled, A vibrant, whole, and self-loved world.
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Reclaiming Identity
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The mirror shows a stranger’s face, — Lost in a past, a borrowed space.
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