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The girl and the mirror image

May 23, 2013
By xxlucy-chanxx BRONZE, Marengo, Illinois
xxlucy-chanxx BRONZE, Marengo, Illinois
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The girl and the mirror image part 1

The girl was silent and sang her life

Her image would release horrible deeds

the girl was named angel

the image was named devil

Loved each other endlessly

Yet they broke apart over a sin

Devil killed her mother and liked it

Angel despised her and never looks at her again

Devil heart broke and ran away

Her image got sick after the deed

And now they both live without each other for eternity

The girl and the mirror image part 2

They changed their names

One named herself Alley

The other was Alice

Alley began to hurt each time she saw a mirror

So, broke everyone and broke down crying

Alice had no friends because each one,

reminded her of her sister in dread

Alley tried to live without her other half

Alice tried to hide the empty scars

And they both suffered with torn hearts

On this day they met, face to face

and now they both cry in disgrace

The girl and the mirror image part 3

It was good to be together

After one eternity life

Their live can't be sown together

For both live a different way

Alice was a mafia leader

And alley was a poet writer

They could never be together anymore

Alice wanted to trade to see her life

But alley grieved and declined

Hurt Alice accused her sister

Alley felt pain in her heart

Running away was the only thing to do

as Alice stood there shocked

Her heart gave her a squeeze

As tears dropped with the rain

She watched her sister run away

Alley kept running

Sorrow in her bitter tears

She kept thinking to herself

Why am I alone?

Why am I here?

The girl and the image broke each other

Because one year later

They finally gave out

Alice murdered two people before she went down

And it was her father and beloved sister

She laughed, as the bullet flew

right into her heart directly

And end the life of

The mirror image of the girl who'd died grieving.


The author's comments:
I wrote this when I was in 8th grade

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