I stand. I stand in front of the glass pane that mocks me with my own reflection. Time has changed so much and yet I am still the same person I ever was. All that I have now that I didn't is hindsight. And who doesn't wish they had that before?
Greying lank hair now shrouds my face, that has become haggard and worn. What did I ever do to get that many wrinkles?
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