I look at the mirror
I look at the reflection
I look at the person staring back at me
She has seen good days
She has seen bad days
She has seen desire
She has seen despair
But she isn't that much of a stranger anymore
She isn't alone in the mirror anymore
I turn around and smile to the small crowd
They have made me to who I am
To them I whisper
A simple thank you
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