Mirrors

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I stand in front of the bathroom mirror
I stare into the eyes of my reflection
A dull brown
That's all they are
Not sky blue or icy gray or kelly green
Just brown
I watch as one of my hands takes a hold of my thin stringy hair
Brown
Not auburn or gold
Not curly or wavy
Just brown and straight
I am nothing
I am nothing
I am nothing
He will never love you
Never
Ever
I watch as my reflection cries and feel the tears running down my own face
He will never ever love you

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