The Things I See *

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I stare in the mirror,

And what do I see?

That old girl that's laughing at me,

I look away,

Tears in my eyes,

I hated myself,

And wanted to die,

I looked back,

And this time I saw,

The girl who was brave,

Who didn't fall,

And as I stare,

I began to see,

This girl is beautiful,

This girl is me.

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