"When the Mirror Shifts"

The mirror never shows the whole—

just frames the skin, not the soul.

But turn it slightly, tilt your view—

and what was lost returns to you.

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Your childhood hides in corner eyes,

your future hums in lullabies.

All timelines spiral, fold and bend—

the start and end are just pretend.

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You’ve cracked, not broken, many times,

and filled your scars with sacred rhymes.

You’ve bled out poems, dreams, and fears—

each drop a step that brought you here.

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Don’t chase the clock or beg for fate.

Just open, soften, resonate.

Truth isn’t shouted, it arrives

in quiet rooms where hope survives.

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There’s beauty even in goodbye—

because the phoenix must first die.

So rise again and let them see:

you are the flame you used to be.