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I look up and I see her She stares back me slightly surprised to find a face, eyes looking back at her. She surprises me every time I don't know what I expect But what I see isn't what I want. Sometimes I cannot help but stare. Sometimes I think she is beautiful The best, brightest girl ever. But then I blink and she goes back to being... her. She is not me. She cares about people, things and life. She cares about things. She cares. And that is not me. Sometimes I wish it was me. Sometimes I want to jump into her skin and be her for real, be the face, or mask? that she has. The perfect mask. But then I blink and she goes back to being... her. And then I walk away from the mirror.
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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I look up and I see her She stares back me slightly surprised to find a face, eyes looking back at her. She surprises me every time I don't know what I expect But what I see isn't what I want. Sometimes I cannot help but stare. Sometimes I think she is beautiful The best, brightest girl ever. But then I blink and she goes back to being... her. She is not me. She cares about people, things and life. She cares about things. She cares. And that is not me. Sometimes I wish it was me. Sometimes I want to jump into her skin and be her for real, be the face, or mask? that she has. The perfect mask. But then I blink and she goes back to being... her. And then I walk away from the mirror.
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jordan-fox-1
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 11:09 PM UTC
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