The Girl In The Mirror

November 10, 2011
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Conversations with my mirror fit me very well.
I look her in the eyes, say the truth because she wont tell.
She cries when i do too, and says she understands.
I clean makeup from my eyes and the sand from my hands.
Then I look up and see her smiling at me.
Did i see that right?
I then take my fist to the mirror and then call it a night.
How dare she smile at me, grinning from ear to ear.
I told her something serious,
somthing very dear.
I'm afraid there's nobody for me to talk to and that...
That would be my fear.

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