In Spite of Me

I do hope the truth of my life is what I see in the mirror, without good light, without a polish, every day another wrinkle, every day another regret, but all mine. My mirror I tell, “I stole from no one. All I am, all my bad turns, were all me!”

My naked truth, my will to carry on, in spite of, me.

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