The Face in the Mirror

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It was pretty unclear, that face in the mirror, no matter how the glass sparkled.
The image outside might be easily defined, but inside murky depths cast a haze.
So because of the fear, I avoided the mirror. I saw nothing to reflect at or marvel.
Beauty it seemed, was just not for me. In my portrait I saw nothing worth praise.

Name Yourself

And if I asked you to name all the things that you love, how long would it take for you to name yourself?