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3 below and standing alone
wishing that someone would
pull me from my haunting clone
i see her in the morning
my mirrors reflection
grinning at my terrified expression
plastic girls all around me
wanting all the attention
while i just wish to be free
free from me

the scars should make me proud
they're proof that i've come from under my cloud
all they make me want is to be the old me
the one who believed that the world
was all sunshine and rainbows
she was happy

not this present girl that pretends to be.





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