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The Mirror

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The mirror hangs on the bathroom wall
awaiting the first glance of the day.
Rolling out of bed, standing tall,
I try to keep my fears at bay.

A daily conflict has begun
between the mirror and I.
Up until now the mirror has won.
I cannot look it in the eye.

Today I have come prepared.
My eyes are ready to see.
Ready to see what’s really there,
looking at the mirror, at me.

Before I saw a girl who was starting to fade-
Now I see a girl no longer afraid.

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