Taped Mirrors of an Eroding Existence

Mirrors are more than surfaces to reflect physical image. They are silent witnesses of who I am, who I was, and who I will be. With every experience, I fracture. I pick up the pieces, tape the edges, try to make something whole again. The cycle repeats.

By Fatima Z.
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