she avoids them all
every mirror, every reflection
that way she can't see
who she's become
it's like looking at a ghost
in lipstick and someone else's clothes
she wipes the tears away
smearing mascara across her face
her cheeks stained with cheap memories and forgotten love
if only she could love herself
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