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I never knew the face that was staring back at me through the shattered mirror was always on my side. Never did I think that I could be anything but the shattered face of a girl I used to be. That person through the shattered mirror has always been by my side whispering to me that there's more to see if I throw away my mirror's broken pieces. Can I fight another day if I can just throw away the broken pieces of the broken me? Do I not have to fix what was broken? I can transform the shattered face that I used to become a whole new me? All I have to do is throw away the broken pieces lost but not forgotten.