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Who is that girl i see?

Staring straight back at me?

why cant all her true colours show?

who is she?!?!, i must know!,

she looks so pale

so young yet frail,

she seems so cold and lost in this world

all this from just one glimpse of a girl

then i take a step back from the frame

and notice that this girl does the same

she copies my every move i make

is this my life, caged in a mirror,a fake?

i have to get to her, get through the glass

so i bang n shake and the glass i smash

the girl disapears,i look down to see the shatterd

im like a black rosie unwanted n tatterd

but as i look to see the diffrent shears

this girl then reapears

she says goodbye i wont forget how u helped me

with the broken glass i set her free

i see her every so often she comes back just to thank me

she no longer looks out of place, but a smile on her face becoz she's happy just to be free



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