As I look in the mirror
I notice my reflection is fading
The pain of this secret
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This poem got me by the throat. My mother kept looking in the mirror until she could no longer see any reflection. Glad to hear that yours is smiling back at you, Monica. Fran xx
I sometimes look in he mirror and see behind me the one I loved most of all.She is smiling while I cry acid tears, Sid x.