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Mirror
Old wounds have begun to heal.
This new life feels unreal.
The shadow hanging above my soul.
I was once trapped within a role.
The wounded one full of anger
Dragging his worthless anchor.
Behold look into the mirror.
Now gaze upon your own error.
You thought you couldn't stumble
But it's the season to be humble.
No time for embracing illusion.
The former has reach...
Wednesday 17th October 2018 3:35 pm
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