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I have heard the tales of demons living within,

The tales of superstition 

And bad fortune

Yet, I saw none

As I gazed at my reflection in the 

Infamous looking glass in the store window

It probed and pricked at my imperfections,

While I stood in silent agreement,

Waiting for her to tell me I was good enough.

She never did.

I returned years later,

Yet, she offered the same judgment 

I turned,

Only to see a crack in her exterior,

Yet, she remained shiny and flawless

I decided then,

I WAS GOOD ENOUGH.