Module 6 submission.
First, I saw disgust.
Vomiting at the mention of me,
Twisted characters and caricatures.
Then, I saw me.
A reflection, a mirror.
A window into another life that was a window into mine.
My mind swirled. Then it clicked.
Could this be me?
A beautiful heart.
A helping hand, a dynamic representation
Of the ways in which I lived, sprinkled here and there,
Surrounded by a story that was so rich and
Full.
Rich and full.
A life that could be mine,
A world that I could find
Whenever I needed it.
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