
When I see through my mirror, my mom once said,
I would see a woman full of dreams and hope.
A fresh morning breeze with a deep love of moonlight,
But sometimes I also see a woman with a broken heart,
A body fighting for her identity, a soul craving for love and respect,
But your mirror is only your reflection, not your reality,
You are a free soul who can fly higher in the sky and who can dive deep into the ocean.
You are the creator of your own destiny who will choose her own path.

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