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What I see myself as when I look into a mirror
Eyes the color of the sea, and hair a sandy, dirty blonde.
A skin tone not too pale, but just right.
Luscious lips, and one dimple. I love it all.
I am not conscious about my weight, although, when I look into the mirror, I am not happy with what I see.
When I look into my eyes, I see deep pain, and regret.
A heart that has been broken one too many times, a body that has been used.
A girl who is trying to find herself in a word full of people.
A girl who is not afraid to love, but afraid to be loved.
I look at myself, and what I see is a girl who is confused, and in a life of constant whirring, and frantic like thoughts.
A girl who only knows pain.
Everyday life a constant struggle.
She might say she is okay, but we all know it is a lie.
She plays pretend with me in my mirror.
On the inside, her walls are tumbling down.
The constant worry about the next meal she may or may not be having, the next time that she will be able to rest her eyes.
All this girl wants is to be loved.
Wants to let go.
This girl is who I see in the mirror.
And this girl is me.
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