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She Is Me |
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I looked in the mirror And smiled at the image. I always smile at STRANGERS! |
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So doubtful of the decision she made Not able to comprehend its importance. He told her it was time to choose And threatened her with everything she had. The life she had rebuilt was hers And in her mind he didn't like that. She felt he was being unfair. |
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The girl I am looking at has the scars. She has never experienced the pain I have felt. She has cried but never known the emotions that were behind the tears. Sometime I just sit and stare at her, wanting to be just like her. Some say she is me, but in my mind she is nothing like me. She is strong in my eyes. She has the courage I have never felt. She is secure and has never told a lie. Yes I know, she is my reflection in the mirror, but even still I wish I was her. |
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She tells herself things will be different today As she looks herself over in the mirror. She grabs her keys, yells good-bye and drives away, If only she could believe that, Instead thoughts cloud her head, And emotions overwhelm her heart, And before she know it she tells herself things are never going to change. She replays moments in her life, Wondering what would happen if she had done things differently. Things she could of said, Things she could of done, But most of all she wonders what if she didn't have to wonder. What if she didn't torture herself with all the memories? What if the only memories that had to deal with her were of her? What if she didn't have to lie to that person in the mirror And say things will be differently today. |
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Once upon a time there was a girl. as she laid on her bed, awaiting sweet dreams. a familiar sensation came over her. She knew in her mind, she felt it in her heart, everything was perfect. There was nothing she could do or say, or think, to make life any better. As she blew out the candle beside her, she cried a tear of happiness. Then she closed her eyes with anticipation for the next day to arrive. Unfortunately, that girl is not me. Everything around me is sleeping, except for the clock. It's now 4 a.m. once again. Each night seems to be taking longer to get through than the last. |
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A tear or two, three or four, that's never enough, there's always more. Tears of pain that fall from her heart. Salty water that tears her apart. |
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