Lately she looks in the mirror and it's a different person she sees. More broken than ever before, and somehow more whole than she has ever been. Closer to completion. To flawed perfection.
She is all the opposites in alarming, peaceful unity. A powerful force, standing still.
She knows the person in the reflection. Fully. And yet she knows she is entirely mystery.
Her face shows it. There is a hardness there. From uncountable, unspeakable despair. But the deepening grooves by her eyes curve upward, like her ready smile. She is joy and laughter.
Despite.
Always, despite.
She is all the opposites in alarming, peaceful unity. A powerful force, standing still.
She knows the person in the reflection. Fully. And yet she knows she is entirely mystery.
Her face shows it. There is a hardness there. From uncountable, unspeakable despair. But the deepening grooves by her eyes curve upward, like her ready smile. She is joy and laughter.
Despite.
Always, despite.
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