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Reclaiming Identity

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The mirror shows a stranger’s face, — Lost in a past, a borrowed space.

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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