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Who is she ?

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Published: December 13, 2010
Who is she ?
The girl who stares back
Out of the mirror
With tears on her cheeks
Pain in her eyes.

Who is she ?
The beautiful creature
Who covers in fear
Fear of living and loving,
Failing and dying.

Who is she ?
The timid fawn
Shakily standing
Covered in scars
On her face, legs
And soul.

Who is she ?
The wounded spirit
Crying out for help
All lost and alone
Hurt and afraid.

That girl,
Is me.
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This girl is me..
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