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I made my mother cry one day it was from a accident I had done and on that same day I knew what she viewed me as I wanted to apologize for my actions but she only heard the sound of the man she despised echoing through my voice when I realized what she saw within me I began to tear my face apart but I couldn't never in my life have I thought I have turned into the person I didn’t want to become the feeling of ashamed running through my veins pouring through my tears and ever since that unfortunate moment I began to cover every mirror in my path worried about seeing him through my reflection And every time I saw my face through the mirror’s gaze I feared I'd see his trace. So I covered every mirror near, hiding from the growing fear. But running never heals the past, and hiding shadows doesn't last. One day I stood and faced the glass, and saw myself no longer masked. I found my mother, soft but strong, and told her where I had gone wrong. She held my hand and let me see I wasn't him but just simply me
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
His image covers my silence
I made my mother cry one day it was from a accident I had done and on that same day I knew what she viewed me as I wanted to apologize for my actions but she only heard the sound of the man she despised echoing through my voice when I realized what she saw within me I began to tear my face apart but I couldn't never in my life have I thought I have turned into the person I didn’t want to become the feeling of ashamed running through my veins pouring through my tears and ever since that unfortunate moment I began to cover every mirror in my path worried about seeing him through my reflection And every time I saw my face through the mirror’s gaze I feared I'd see his trace. So I covered every mirror near, hiding from the growing fear. But running never heals the past, and hiding shadows doesn't last. One day I stood and faced the glass, and saw myself no longer masked. I found my mother, soft but strong, and told her where I had gone wrong. She held my hand and let me see I wasn't him but just simply me
Eji
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Feb 7, 2025
Feb 7, 2025 at 7:11 PM UTC
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