I once was young, and now I’m old. The voices of others in the room still telling me what to do. Selling ” what’s best” for me; they speak from self-interest and fantasy. Mirrors cracked and displaying my broken image. My identity is lost; only my shadow can seek refuge. The calamity of my thoughts; the desperate need for self-care. A new year is approaching; here’s to hope to overcome despair.

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