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Mirror



Mirror



I hate you, for making every day hell.
Close your mouth, this will not be show and tell. 
Hold it in, do not let anyone know. 
Hide it well, keep your insecure face low. 
Swallow glass, that cuts your heart in pieces. 
Smile wide, as all your pain releases, 
somewhere safe, but don't give it away,
even if it is a growing bouquet. 
Stay sane, breathe, and just let it all go.
Stop crying, or you will never bestow, 
a smile, a happy life by your side.
A story, about a beautiful bride. 
Please learn, I hope this is crystal clear.
I hate you. 
Your reflection is gone, dear. 

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