I see an old picture of me
And I think oh, what a beauty
There's something I don’t understand
Something that's a mystery
I can remember the day
I remember the feelings I put at bay
What I truly thought
And what I hoped no one would say
How is it that what I see
In the mirror is an ugly little me
But then in the future
I agree, what a beauty I can be
45,435 words! I wrote 3,000 today. Which is great. But I have 4,565 left. 1 day < 4,565 words. I will prove that wrong.
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