2. My Reflection

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My Reflection

The girl is crying for help
I can see her trying to survive
When her eyes met mine,
I only saw dead eyes and darkness.

I tried hugging her,
Maybe to show that at last, someone cared
But instead, my skin touched a glass.
By that moment I came back to realiy,
Because that was my reflection.

I am that girl, looking at myself in a mirror.

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