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Jan 2018
I see a mirror on my wall.
Wishing one day that it would fall.
I always seen myself as a ugly geek.
I look now and I know I'm just unique.
Eveyday when I walk by.
That mirror on my wall makes me cry.
Then one day a knock on my door.
When I opened it my heart stopped and hit the floor.
He has great love for me will always last.
That mirror on my wall is now in the past.
Written by
Cynthia Ochoa  38/F/McPherson ks
(38/F/McPherson ks)   
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