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The mirror. A friend? Or not?
I look at myself, who else?
Myself, pale, tired.
My face a sickly color,
circles under my eyes.
I don't remember a time without them.
But when I think of time I remember.
I remember a time when I looked healthy.
Happy.
And I smile.
I smile because I know there's an end to this.
There's a promise of change in my smile.
