mirrored reflections

"tell me again
that I am
more than
what I
see . . .
this face in
the mirror -
all I hate
about myself -
seems to
reflect itself
back at me
like a
slap in the face
and all that
I want to believe
about myself
evapourates
to quickly to
notice -
leaving me
with this
reflection
that's so far
from all I
wish I saw

so I'm here
in this all
to firmilar place

begging for
grace
again"

ac

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