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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the twilight of her mind, where shadows play and memories twist, She stood before the mirror, that ancient oracle of truth and deceit. A reflection, elusive as the morning mist, Dancing on the glass, a ghost of what she sought to meet. Through the corridors of time, she wandered, Echoes of voices, like whispers in a cavern, shaping her form. "Who am I?" she wondered, As definitions and narratives stormed about. They told her stories, painted her canvas with words, Doubt, like a silent serpent, coiled around her heart. Each utterance, a brushstroke on her soul, absurd, And yet, they wrote the script, a play in which she had no role. Timidly, she fought the chains of prescribed identity, Casting aside the shackles of meaninglessness they bestowed. But uncertainty, a shadow, lingered persistently, In the labyrinth of her mind, she struggled and slowed. Seeking solace, she turned to the mirror, A moment, suspended in the amber of time. Her true self, a silent prophet, Gazed back through the veil of grime. Confusion, a dark cloud, veiled her sight, Words and pains, the sculptors of this enigmatic figure. Unrecognizable, a portrait of suffering, A mosaic of scars, each a silent whisper. At the heart of reality, she stood, Her essence, a mystery even to her own gaze. Unaware of revelation, misunderstood, A life of echoes, a distorting haze. The mirror, a portal to the depths of her soul, Reflected not just her face, but the storm within. A journey of discovery, a path to make whole, To find the self beyond the skin. In the end, the mirror held no lie, She saw her true self, unaware of the revelation, While a lifetime of heard words distorted her image.
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