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Looking into the mirror,
With your dull eyes,
You saw a tired girl looking back at you.

An exhausted girl with bags under her eyes,
Smudged mascara,
And tear stained cheeks.

A scared girl,
Fighting to stay alive.

A strong girl,
Living through all the pain,
Slightly hidden by the fear.

Most of all,
You see the pain,
Buried deep within your eyes.

You see the scars roaming your body,
The bruises,
Burns,
Cuts.

You blink away tears,
Your sore eyes fighting to stay open.

So you let them drop as you fall into bed.
Feeling comfort from feeling nothing.

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