who is she, where did she come from?

Her smile presented with elequence

almost makes her pain irrelevent

she looks familiar,yet I dont know her

Should I dare go closer

She is nolonger a stanger

I know her

As i gaze into the glass, i see memories of the past

I look into my reflecton and see the monster life made me

I am my reflection, not my beautiful past

oh how i wish i could go back






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