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I look in that mirror,

i look at my face,

why am i sad?

i use my fingers to make myself smile,

but instead i look like a monster,

why must this mirror be so mean?

when i look at my face,

i see a tear in my eye,

my eyeliner is running down my face like roots from a tree,

i try to smile,

but i just keep crying,

i bow my head and sob,

my hair falls over my face and hides my terror,

when i look up and into that mirror,

there is a girl standing there,

i touch the glass to see if she is real,

but all i feel is nothing but the coolness of the glass,

i look at the girls face and gasp,

this girl is beautiful in every way possible,

and then i realize,

that's me,

smiling...

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