I turned around and didn’t recognize the person in the mirror. The person staring back at me was bruised, battered, and scarred. She was older and worn down, the sparks of hope and excitement missing from her eyes, but she was also clearly wiser. When did I turn into a stranger, unrecognizable even to myself? When did she become me?
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