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The Girl
That girl in the mirror
Showed me:
The shadows on her face.
The wrinkles that grow with time.
The devil in her eyes.
The lies in her smile.
The things she hides, behind long lashes of black.
The venom she spews from her radioactive mouth.
The loneliness that grips her.
The sadness that stabs her.
The scars she cloaks herself in.
The words that slit her open.
The lies that pour into her open wounds.
The names she believes they should call her.
The open pores filled with rage.
The tender lips she longs to love with.
The sorrow that clouds her eyes.
I want to help her,
But she's trapped in the mirror.
Showed me:
The shadows on her face.
The wrinkles that grow with time.
The devil in her eyes.
The lies in her smile.
The things she hides, behind long lashes of black.
The venom she spews from her radioactive mouth.
The loneliness that grips her.
The sadness that stabs her.
The scars she cloaks herself in.
The words that slit her open.
The lies that pour into her open wounds.
The names she believes they should call her.
The open pores filled with rage.
The tender lips she longs to love with.
The sorrow that clouds her eyes.
I want to help her,
But she's trapped in the mirror.
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