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This morning I woke up

And caught a glimpse of my reflection

In the mirror at my bedside

Where I critiqued my complexion.

The sun shone through my windows,

In a perfect arc of light,

As though banishing the demons

That loved haunting me at night.

In an instant I had known,

I could sense it right away,

Something here was different.

Something I could not outweigh.

And with this sudden change,

As I gazed upon my face,

The hurt and loss and torment

Had all left without a trace.

Yesterday was distant,

About a thousand miles away,

And as my heart beat strongly,

I knew change was on it's way.

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