The girl in the mirror
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I see her bruised face everytime I look into the mirror.
I can hear her wailing every night I try to fall asleep, thinking I would stop hearing her sobs.
She petrifies me, sending chills down my spine.
The girl in the mirror,
She looks just like me.
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