Recalling, it’s like maybe one or two or three years ago, when I looked into the mirror and felt like I couldn’t recognize my own reflection. It looks horrible, not ugly, but it’s not me at all. Seriously, I was shocked and scared by myself literally.
But last night when I looked at my reflection, the me seemed coming back. The sweet one.
What happened to me these past two, three, or four years? Job, work?
Is the total resting the answer?
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