One Day

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One day,  

I said,  

Staring at the mirror—  

"I'll be sought after."

Though reality isn't particularly kind,  

And time mocks the dreams I bear,  

Still, I know.  

Because I believe,  

I become.  

And therefore...  

I am.

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