It's like going back to your old house, a place you were comfortably in emotional dictation, you take a good walk around and the memories appear to haunt back again, take off the dusted white cloth from the mirror and you see the cracked lines you tried to hide.
There wasn't any way to fix it, still no way but to throw the mirror away. Maybe keep the empty frame, maybe replace the mirror. Change as you been wishing for, as you been avoiding.
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