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She leans with face pressed against the mirror,

while tears run slowly down her cheek.

All the times she’s been here before,

she always knew the mirror’s response.



For it was she who was always the one,

till this day when the answer burned her soul.



Mirror, mirror on the wall, gave no solace

with it’s inevitable outcome, and sour truth.

There now was another who had the mirror’s gaze,

while all she had was sadness with her ending reign.