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Oct 2019
The mirror can no longer bear to shatter at my reflection.
I have become something more than glass.
My hair is healthy for the first time in years,
and so, too, is my heart.
No fighter will ever again tread these trails.
I search for my Dionysus,
And leave my wars behind.
I have earned my peace.
:)
Aquila
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Aquila  16/F/Althea Park
(16/F/Althea Park)   
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