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My Only Love

ROSE

My only love sprung from my only hate.

— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet

Dear Diary,

When we see reflections of ourselves, do we see our true self? It's a question I've been pondering as I consider how to see the world for what it is.

The Great Mystery can never be unraveled, for with each layered uncovered, like an eternal onion, it reveals another