Mirror, mirror on the wall,
It asked, "Why change your cover at all?
After so long, after holding on tight,
Why now trade their favorite sight?"
"Proud of you," it said to me,
"For letting go, finally free."
But as the day dragged on and on,
The new felt wrong, the old was gone.
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By nightfall, I couldn't pretend,
Back it went, the story didn't end.
Mirror, mirror on the wall,
Maybe I’m not ready after all.
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