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The Mirror Keeps What I Had to Lose: “What the Mirror Keeps” — New on Wattpad

Woman in a dark robe looking at her reflection in an ornate mirror

A new poem is live on Wattpad.

“What the Mirror Keeps” is about the face that meets you in the glass — and every self it has archived along the way. The girl at seventeen, unbroken. The woman at midnight. The one who begged, and the one who swore she would not hide. This piece was written for the page, a new addition to the weekly Wattpad series, where a poem or a story arrives every Friday.

A taste of it:

“But the mirror keeps what I had to lose
and hands me the woman I chose to be.”

📖 Read it free on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1669806130-what-the-mirror-keeps

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