Looking in the mirror, I see a stranger.
She looks like me, she talks like me.
But she is not me.
She is a former version of me.
She is lies, hatred, brutality, fear.
She looks like me, she talks like me.
But she is not me.
She is a former version of me.
She is lies, hatred, brutality, fear.
Looking in the mirror, I see a former me.
Scared of her words.
Petrified by her actions.
Rejected by her own heart.
Imprisoned by her own body.
Scared of her words.
Petrified by her actions.
Rejected by her own heart.
Imprisoned by her own body.
Looking in the mirror, I finally see me.
Mind open to possibilities.
Heart open to heartbreak.
Body open to pleasures.
Soul open to the Universe.
Mind open to possibilities.
Heart open to heartbreak.
Body open to pleasures.
Soul open to the Universe.
Looking in the mirror, I no longer judge me.
I see the heart that has healed from wounds long ago.
I see a mind ready to be excited by no boundaries.
I see a body accepting freedom
I see the heart that has healed from wounds long ago.
I see a mind ready to be excited by no boundaries.
I see a body accepting freedom
Looking in the mirror, I see the real me.
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