Stranger

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i look in the mirror and see a stranger

the shell of the happy little girl i used to be

the person who could laugh without being "too loud"

too loud

too loud

too loud

but it's so quiet

the mirror stares back

and sees a dying shell of a person

a person who can't cry anymore

because they tried to protect you

but you destroyed them

yet i love you

i love you

and i miss you

i miss the person i was

before everything

before everything

i miss the person i was

because i could pretend everything was fine

and believe it

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