You run in circles as you try to run away.
To move is to overcome, is to escape.
Is to escape the pain and fear and uncertainty.
STOP.
You seek without finding.
The meaning of life.
The definition of self. The place. The home.
STOP.
You look in every mirror and yet are afraid to see.
To see scars that mark the passage of time.
To see nothing and yet everything. Tainted reflections.
STOP.
Stop asking who you are.
Stop looking away.
Stop running.
STOP.
You are you. You are who you always have been.
You will never change. You will never be the same.
You are perfect. You are beautiful.
You are enough.
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