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Unsettling mirror stays the same, my image changes every hour. Wish I could be young and unfettered but my life is a collage of moments put together in little pieces of me. Can't change the past. Can't stop the process of aging. But I can hold onto my faith in what God has fashioned for my life. The light of truth and favorite memories makes the mirror so much less unsettling. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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