I am.
It's 4:11 in my reality, A fiery moment with a fierce personality. Confused and numb when realizations hit me. I've been doing it wrong for so long. I'm better than this, I say and then in the mirror I ask, Am I? I looked back at my past, then compare with the present me. I smile.
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