Learning

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I'm learning something new.

It's strange, but good.

It's weird, now being able to see

what I couldn't before.

Now, when I look in the mirror,

my eyes still heavy

from sleep,

I see what I think everyone is supposed
‎to see.

Something beautiful,

and perfect,

and made just for me.

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