when i look in the mirror i cry because the site of me is dead inside.
when i look in the mirror i hate what i see.
im not the girl i use to be.
when i look in the mirror i see a black shadow hovering
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The reed on a narrow river so i fix my reflection and put on a smile while the anger, hatred, depression, and sorrow settles down until tomorrow where i can no longer hate the image i see when i look in the mirror