Feelings of yesterday's memories fill within and without,
taking us back to our youth when we were thin and felt
beautiful inside and out.
Looking in mirrors, seeing our reflections now, face filled
with wrinkles, bags under our eyes, that are now drooping -
yet, we can still recognize ourselves from deeply within,
where we hold our youth closely to our hearts and minds.
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