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You think you’re reading this.

But really, it is reading you.

The Mirror never shows the surface.

Only what you buried underneath it.

Here you see not the face —

but the fracture behind the face.

And you learn:

— The anger was grief.

— The pride was fear.

— The silence was a scream no one heard.

You must look without blinking.

And forgive what you see.