The face in the mirror is haggard.
Restless. Not myself.
It needs a shift. I know.
I want to learn to be more like me,
and less like him...
Him, who turns me into a ball of foil
and uncreases me,
and crumples me;
he does this a few times
before throwing me into the distance.
I want to learn to be less like that,
and more like this.
This inside. This promise of a new dawn.
That is me.
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