Poem's Mixed

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Do you ever look in the mirror and see a reflection of faults?

Or stand next to someone and realize your an inconsequential blob of a person?

Instead of sorrowfully looking at the lines forming around my eyes

Or inspecting my hair for the dreaded grays

I’m slowly learning to love myself more and more with each passing day.

By Lucy Williams

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