So...
this whole time as i looked into the mirror i never once realized-
it wasnt me reflecting on my past,
but my past reflecting on me.
i thought every crack in my face and scar on my arm meant the fact that i am now better.
now i know that every crack.
THAT EVERY SCAR is a tangible reason that i have the ability to break.
I AM BROKEN.
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