Self- image
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To my demise. Words cannot describe how emotional I was to make page 365. This year long story was my downfall and uprising surprising to become a person to wither yet bloom from the ashes and arise like the fire screeching phoenix.
The man in the mirror is not the man I see.
Who is ths looking back at me?
Fimilar face disguised as me.
Not sure of who this person could be.
