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The face in the water is distorted
Not just because of the ripple of the waves
But the actions of the lost traveler
She looks as if she has been thrown around
Scuffed up from the ground, twigs imbedded in her curled hair
Sadness be not the cause, then what?
Not even the solemn girls knows
The bags under her eyes speak her story
And the lines above her brow sing her worries in a melancholy melody
But what pushed her into this slump?
Is this girl scarred? Will she forever be the distorted ripple?
She believe not, for she has seen those dark days
They morphed her mind into a blackened cloud
But she rose from nothing before and conquered all
She pleas, "I will once more"