But what if we are merely composed of the reflections of others? We are what others perceive us to be. We're glass---fragile, shallow, revealing, but when infused with enough light, blinding.
Look at me. What do you see?
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glass.
They say stories are made up, but poetry is truth.
But what if the truth is only a story--
A story we told o...