In the quiet of the mirror's gaze,
We see the face we choose to show,
A mask of whispers, veiled and faint,
Hiding all we do not know.
The glass, it holds our fragile truth,
Yet twists the light and dims the day,
Reflections fade, distort, escape—
What's real within begins to fray.
But step beyond the surface sheen,
And dare to face what lies beneath,
For in the cracks, in shadows cast,
You'll find the soul you long to meet.
Through the glass, we stand alone,
Seeking faces once unknown.
Yet only when we break the frame,
Do we see we're all the same.
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Through the Glass
Romance"Through the Glass" follows Dr. Elizabeth "Eliza" Williams, a compassionate yet overworked therapist, as she grapples with personal burnout and unresolved childhood trauma. Despite her dedication to helping others, Eliza finds herself increasingly e...
