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I look in the mirror,

And what I see isn't a reflection,

Of who I once thought I could be.

Instead, I see flaws,

Imperfections, and scars.

I see someone who is lost,

someone who is constantly trying to find their way through a sea of uncertainty.

But then, something changes.

A spark of hope ignites inside me,

Reminding me that I am not defined by my mistakes.

I am not defined by my failed relationships

Or my broken dreams.

Instead, I am defined by my resilience,

By my strength,

By my ability to keep going no matter what life throws at me.

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