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Mirror at 2am
I sleep when the stars forget to shine,
Eyes wide open, scrolling time.
2AM — my haunted hour,
Where silence hums with quiet power.
One night, the mirror caught me off-guard,
No angles, no edits, just me — hard.
Muscles softened, edges blurred,
A body I knew, now slightly slurred.
Flesh where firmness used to cling,
Like my strength got up and left in spring.
No tears, just a stare t...
Tuesday 8th April 2025 8:18 am
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