The mirror is a transparent lie,
Deceiving those who peek into its dark abyss,
Describing sinners and their darkest flaws.
No more shall I wallow in hate.
No more shall I calm myself through fear.
I have broken free from the curse,
Allowing myself to see beauty in the abstract life,
Letting myself no longer be deceived by heartless monsters.
I quietly take in shame,
Quietly accept that failure is inevitable,
Accepting myself and my beauty,
Hoping one day someone new accepts me too.

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