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Reflections

Reflections, come many a kind, yours one way different comes mine. Now when I look in the mirror my image couldn't be clearer but is who I see the true me? Because we are all like a two edged sword and the mirror image we see is also us backwards. So do our images string us along, making us headstrong and all the time we see ourselves wrong? Can beautiful reflections be achieved, through the extrordinary powers of the mind, if you work at it and believe? Now her name was Affection such a lovely complexion, behold and get an ******** but she was very good at rejection, only collecting hearts for her collection. Although, she was the main dish, elegant, swish, but she had a blemish, and it was hidden in her mirror image. One day her bubble burst, no longer feeling her worth, it felt more like a curse. So for knowledge she started to thurst, soon found her reflection was her, in reverse. Then her problems she addressed and did it with zest, her true self became manifest. A heavy weight was removed from her chest, she went from stressed to blessed. So if you are experiencing rejection, people treating you like you have an infection and you can't seem to make a good impression. It could be misdirection. When you look in the mirror, do you think, I'm too hip, I'm all that and a bag of chips. Maybe it's time to flip the script. If you can't make a connection even with your beautiful reflection you're getting constant rejection. It's time to find your true Reflection.

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