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Feb 2016
The girl without a mirror,
no sight of who she was.
Sometime down the line,
she tore her face off in disgust.

She had a thousand backup masks,
She adorned each on a whim.
Until the day she met a man,
and fell in love with him.

She wanted him to take her out,
and every day she'd ask.
'Til finally he said to her,
"My dear, you wear a mask.

You can't expect a man to love,
someone he cannot see.
To take you out, each night,
I'd be in different company."

She pondered on his words for days,
and realized he was right.
Her life was false and so was she.
Her lightbulb now shone bright.

She rushed out to the spot
where she last had seen her face.
To no avail. Her face was lost.
Gone without a trace.

She hit the ground and wept so long,
the mask she wore slid free.
The tears she cried, they formed a pool,
inside which she could see.

She looked inside, expecting to see nothing but a blur.
To her surprise, what she saw
she knew was truely her.

She jumped with joy, and off she went.
Without a pause, she ran.
Gleefully she bounced along,
off to find the man.

"It's me, I'm here, this face is mine."
She introduced herself.
Skip forward time, they stand apart
and pledge sickness and health.
ThatSynGirl
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ThatSynGirl  30/F/Nunya
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