With each passing day...
It becomes easier to face the demons of my past....
With each passing night ...
I shed a little less tears.
I no longer shun my reflection...
No longer afraid of what i may see....
I look up and stand firm,
I look at the version of me that people see
and I love her a little more...
With each passing day.
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